Monthly Archives: July 2010

S.A.L.

When you have a really good friend in Middle School, you assume you’ll always be friends. Of course, you’re probably wrong (as you are about most of the assumptions you make in Middle School). I still remember when my best … Continue reading

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Falling In

I recently wrote about memories and how they can fade. While many of my memories do fade, some are frozen in my mind and as vivid as the day they .  One such memory took place on a cold February … Continue reading

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Memories are Grape Jelly on the Ceiling

My parents’ house (the house I grew up in) contains many examples of the carelessness of youth. There are all the usual things: broken toys hidden so well they are still gathering dust undisturbed and  patches of walls or ceilings … Continue reading

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The Wedding Gift

Early one July
 as the water fell 
He awoke 
and performed the usual morning tasks: 
 urinate 
 fluoridate, but 
no breakfast, today was different 
 his bride awaited
 He prepared: 
 dressed himself in the finest black 
 smoothed … Continue reading

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All Skate

From the time I was 13 to 16, my Friday nights were divided into categories such as Boy’s Skate, Couple Skate, Girl’s Skate, and All Skate. Like so many others my age in the mid 80’s, Friday night was skate night … Continue reading

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Trapped in the Virgin Vault

When I started college at Austin Peay State University there were two female dorms referred to as “Virgin Vaults.” We called them this because, unlike any of the other dorms in which women could live, these had few exterior entrances and … Continue reading

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Rounding Up

You can tell a lot about a person by the way they tip in restaurants (which will also tell you if they ever waited tables). My dad always tips. Always. When the service is bad, he’ll leave ten to fifteen … Continue reading

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