“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
I have to keep moving. If I stop moving, I am overwhelmed by sadness and dread. This nation, hell, the world we have known since WWII, is disintegrating. To try to avoid dwelling on multiple ends of multiple worlds, I rake leaves by the tens of bushels, dig new gardens, walk the dogs, play with the dogs, lift weights, work at the Bookstore, read distractedly, clean almost obsessively, write these […]
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A man, almost certainly mentally ill, smashed his way into Nancy and Paul Pelosi’s home in the early morning. He had zip ties and duct tape in his bag. He attacked Paul Pelosi, 82 years old with a hammer, fracturing his skull. He had planned on tying up Nancy Pelosi and breaking her kneecaps. He wanted to see her wheeled into Congress so that everyone could witness how she had […]
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After my heart almost gave out, I decided to pull together and complete as much preparation for my death as is feasible. I am doing this to make sure that Patti is not left with such details to figure out in her grief, and so as to leave less of a mess behind for others to clean up, my mother’s maxim. In keeping with that maxim, I’m compiling a book […]
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There was never any pain, just waves of heat in my chest, a dimming and then clarifying of consciousness and the understanding that this time, something seriously wrong was going on. I fought it driving home from work, stopping twice to see if the symptoms would pass, then driving on for another 2 miles or so before pulling into another parking lot. I bought almonds and chocolate milk at a […]
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