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Visitation
[Final Draft] “He likes to argue, doesn’t he?” Julana asked. “He was on the debate team in high school. It’s hard sometimes…” Cheryl responded. “Hard?” “He always has to have the last word.” Julana looked over at Michael. We were … Continue reading →
Visitation – II
[First Draft!] The next month, I prepared for the Hawaii Ironman, mid-October. Following that, back to the triathlon grind for Ironman Arizona, mid-November. My brain had no bandwidth for the past, only the immediate future of finishing my Ironman career … Continue reading →
Visitation – I
“He likes to argue, doesn’t he?” Julana asked. “He was on the debate team in high school. It’s hard sometimes…” Cheryl responded. “Hard?” “He always has to have the last word.” Julana looked over at Michael. We were having a … Continue reading →
Tradition
[An excerpt from my Book, Love Rhymes, gently modified to a stand alone short story] December 17, 1966 Mike drove back from John Calvin U. for Christmas break. Saturday afternoon, he stopped at my house first before going home. “How … Continue reading →
Love Poems
I’ve entered two of my poems from the late 1960s into online contests. I tweaked them a little from the originals I found in Nov 2019 in a storage box. LET’S NOT DEMAND SO MUCH OF EVERY SINGLE MOMENT Let’s … Continue reading →
Chapter 2 – xi
!!!!!*****WORKING COPY DRAFT*****!!!!! Two days later, Dad had to go back to oversee the tobacco business in Cincinnati. Mom and Linda drove him up to Logan Field in Boston, so they would be gone all day. I don’t know if … Continue reading →
Chapter 2 – x
!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! On the drive back to Woods’ Hole, Mike turned on his motor-mouth. “That place we were, that’s the bay where the Pilgrims landed, right?” Not waiting for an answer, he went on. “My mother, she says she’s got … Continue reading →
Chapter 2 – ix
!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Two weeks later, I joined Mom in the kitchen where she’d begun initial preparations for Seder. She interrupted work on her shopping list, looking up at me over her reading glasses. “Honey, your school ends on May 20, … Continue reading →
Chapter 2 – viii
!!!!!*****WORKING DRAFT*****!!!!! Alongside the nightly scenes of war in Southeast Asia, the evening news began to feature footage from San Francisco of hippies, long-haired dropouts. They flaunted all convention, urged everyone to do go with the flow, do their own … Continue reading →
Chapter 2 – vii
!!!!!!!********WORKING DRAFT********!!!!!!! The next three months breezed by, punctuated several times a week by letters from Mike. Reading them and writing back was always a break from the stress of school, both classwork and extracurriculars. Enveloped in his words, I … Continue reading →