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Monthly Archives: November 2023
North Woods
A young couple cavorts through forest and meadow as spring erupts around them. Each has escaped England, and then together eloped from the Bay Colony, beyond barely civilized Springfield. So this must be mid-seventeenth century, in the Berkshires of Massacheusetts. … Continue reading
Posted in Reviews: Books, Movies, Music, TV
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I Can See Clearly Now
My paternal grandfather, Al, died when I was in the third grade. Born and raised in Miles City, Montana, he’d been through many incarnations in his 76 years. Deputy Sheriff in Custer County, banker in Omaha, steel worker in Seattle, … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir
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Trust, But Verify…And, Why Unions?
No question each of us should learn all he can about his body. It’s all we have, and without it working well, life is shorter and messier. Some guys pay more attention to their cars or computers than their body. … Continue reading
Posted in Politics and Economics, Prostate
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I Can See Clearly Now – IV
For medical school, we were told to buy a microscope. With my thrifty father, raised in eastern Montana during the Great Depression, I headed downtown to a store specializing in lab equipment. He steers me to the “Used” section, where … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, Triathlon Central
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I Can See Clearly Now – III
In 1960, I joined a summer swim team, at age 11. We practiced Monday through Friday, June through August. Swimming laps for over an hour in chlorinated water left our eyes red and blurry when we got out. In addition, … Continue reading
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I Can See Clearly Now – II
The year before, I had not missed one day of school. A model student, I rarely had disciplinary encounter with the dreaded Assistant Principal, who was reputed to have drilled holes in his paddling board. When I went up to … Continue reading
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I Can See Clearly Now – I
My paternal grandfather, Al, died when I was in the third grade. Born and raised in Miles City, Montana, he’d been through many incarnations in his 76 years. Deputy Sheriff in Custer County, banker in Omaha, steel worker in Seattle, … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir
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Re-Building the Cuckoo’s Nest
One thing I learned working on the jail ward at LA County Hospital: do not attack a police officer with a weapon (or even your fists). They and their cohorts will ALWAYS respond with overwhelming, unrelenting force. They are armed, … Continue reading
Posted in Politics and Economics
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Give Me A Head With Hair
“Gimme a head with hair, Long, beautiful hair” March 18, 2020…For a week, it had been one “WTF?!?” moment after another. Sports leagues shut down. Colorado abruptly closed its ski areas. The French stopped eating in restaurants, even on the sidewalk. … Continue reading
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It’s Just Like Swimming a Lap
Thirteen years ago today, I swam for the first time after my near fatal bike accident on Sept 18, 2010. All my life, I’ve been swimming. I don’t remember learning how, nor do I have any memories of water fear. In elementary school, my sister and I always spent the first day of summer … Continue reading
Posted in Injuries and Recovery, Prostate
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