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RECALIBRATION

I’ve been doing some soul-searching lately. I still haven’t found mine. I think I left it somewhere in Monticello, Indiana. And that has everything to do with this post.

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DOG

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

2012 is gone. Let’s talk about it behind its back.

Well, 2012 is gone.  Continue reading