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Snowbird Tram
[Final Draft] Sliding down towards the Snowbird Mall at 2 PM, I skidded to a stop, the snow spray blown to my right by a stiff wind howling upvalley. A mini tornado of food wrappers swirled nearby as I unclipped … Continue reading →
Snowbird
[First Draft…AI says, “To improve engagement throughout all parts of the narrative, incorporating more personal reflections or sensory details could enhance reader interest.” I’ll give that a try tomorrow.] Sliding into the Snowbird Mall at 2 PM, I saw a … Continue reading →
Salt Lake Stories – Chapter 1, Just Like Starting Over
[Final draft] “Let’s go back to that one in the Avenues,” Cheryl said to the burly real estate agent driving us around the Salt Lake valley. We’d been touring pleasant homes in Sugar House, built twenty to thirty years earlier soon … Continue reading →
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VW Bus — Chapter 1
[Envisioned as the first chapter of the second section of the memoir of Cheryl & Al’s Early Days] “Right. You can tell the year of your bus by its color.” The salesman at Marina VW took another drag on his cigarette and … Continue reading →
Road Trip — IV
[Concluded] Apparently Jim smiled all the time because he was stoned all the time. Who wouldn’t be with the world wired like he had it? As I’d never tried skiing stoned before (and don’t smoke cigarettes), he had to show … Continue reading →
Road Trip – III
[Part Three of Four] The excitement of our gas scare had fully revived Dave, and he offered to drive. “Which way?” he said. “Just follow 93 until we get to Baldy – it’ll be on your left when we reach … Continue reading →
Road Trip — II
Learning took time; four years in medical school, and another four in training at a hospital. Oh, they let us out now and then, blinking and coughing in the LA sun. And every free day (what few there were), I’d … Continue reading →
Road Trip — I
I’m perusing some of my old writing, looking for additional material for a memoir-ish book I’m working on. This story, written circa 1985-90, carries its own preface. I’m breaking it into 3 or four parts, lightly edited… [Ed. note: This … Continue reading →
Harry & Ida, Chapter 1.i
[FIRST DRAFT – corrections and further edits probable] Ida swung gently in the double swing suspended at the bend of the porch. The sweet scent of lavender soap her mother Grace had washed with that morning drifted with in from … Continue reading →
Eclipsed [Long Version]
Merry glanced up at the TV, which had been on continuously since nine AM. “We’ve got time,” Merry said. “They said the Eclipse starts at 3:04” “Uh, no. The moon begins to cross the sun at 1:49.” I worried our hosts didn’t grasp the nature … Continue reading →