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August 22, 2015 My pops loves cantaloupe. He eats it then shits it out for the next two hours. He is dying, and all he wants to eat is cantaloupe. “Get me some cantaloupe, Cindy. They still got cantaloupe?” And … Continue reading →

August 20, 2015 One of my best friends was killed yesterday. She died young, as we say, and needlessly. Her friendship was therapy for me, as she presented me with countless gifts and all I could do was to continually … Continue reading →

August 18, 2015 The ninety-three-year-old man got confused as to where his daughter lived, so he stopped at a St. Louis intersection, to ask for help. And he got it. Two young men calmly walked over to him, reached into … Continue reading →

August 15, 2015 Cathy, of Cathy and Mike’s Produce Stand, woke up last Saturday night and felt her heart trying to escape her chest. Mike drove her to the hospital. Her heart rate was 180. She thought this was her … Continue reading →

August 7, 2015 I am in favor of boobs. I have enjoyed some wonderful boobs in my day. And last night, OMG, was the boob of boobs night. Fox Sports 1 had the Miss Hooters Contest and that other Fox … Continue reading →

August 4, 2015 Dear Mr. Baldwin, Congratulations on being so old. But not so fast, you hairless geezer! All good things must come to an end, as the saying goes. Your time is up, Mr. B. Cha cha! Bye-bye! You, … Continue reading →

August 3, 2015 Mike and Cathy, owners of the fruit and vegetable stand on the top of the bluff, are two of the hardest working people I know. Their stand is set in front of an old-time gas station, a … Continue reading →

August 1, 2015 On windless summer days, vultures perch on the cell tower up the hill from my house and scan the horizon. They are glider pilots; without wind they would use up their wing energy in minutes. So they … Continue reading →

July 27, 2015 Please do not pray for me, promise me hope or eternal life, offer platitudes or pearls of wisdom. Don’t tell me if only you had known. Nothing will do today. I have known for some time, after … Continue reading →

July 26, 2015 I spent the early afternoon picking blackberries and tomatoes at Farmer Orville’s place and, of course, sitting on a porch swing with the wiry philosopher himself. His wife Quilt Queen was resting inside having almost feinted at … Continue reading →