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I was a dog. Conditioned to cringe at the sound of a ringing telephone or the crackle of a two-way radio. I wore both on my belt and they screamed at me all day, their combined weight tugging on my jeans with every step. Continue reading


I’m drinking my coffee from a garden hose again. My life has come full circle. Or, at least the coffee portion of it has. Continue reading

The Pistachio Story

Once upon a time I had time. And I wasted ALL of it. I was good at that. Continue reading