My Movie Moment

I often get annoyed at movies when a situation’s set up seems too perfect. I don;t mean the tropes I’ve come to accept, such as how televisions always seem to have a special report that directly relates to the characters or a secondary character just happens to read a poem out loud that provides the insight the main character needs. No, I mean when people behave in a way they never do in real life. I cringe every time someone in a movie throws a drink on someone else, fumbles on the floor for contacts or glasses, or, worse, when a foreshadowed event happens, but with a “humorous” twist. But then I think about it for a moment and realize that those kind of things do happen. I know from personal experience. Continue reading

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You Need Eat

I’ve lived in Clarksville, Tennessee all my adult life, but like many denizens of the my town, I one worked in Nashville. There are many things about that period that I don;t miss. I don;t miss the daily commute. I don’t miss the time I spent driving (yes that’s a separate gripe from a commute). I don’t miss the hours. I do miss the people, but I also miss the opportunity to easily acquire some of the best hamburgers in the Southeast from Fat Mo’s. Continue reading

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One Way

I have a painting at my parent’s house that I would love in our home if my wife didn’t think it was too big. It’s not what anyone would consider a masterpiece. In fact, along with the painter, I may be the only one who likes it (one of my friends ever have).  I own it because I rescued it from the trash pile from a building clean up. Decades later it still captivates me. Continue reading

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Careful Consideration

Words have an amazing amount of power, never mind what certain youthful rhymes claim (personally, I’d often rather be beaten with a stick, and possibly a stone or two, than sit through some of the insults I’ve endured). Words have such power in fact, that most of us learn from a young age to carefully consider them and think about what we say before we say it. Not that such teachings keep us from saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Continue reading

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Pressure

I’ve never really liked Valentine’s Day. I just don’t like the notion of a day that over time had become engineered to remind lonely people just how lonely they are. It’s especially problematic for Chrisie and me because it falls at the midpoint between both our birthdays. For us, February is her birthday, Valentine’s two weeks after that, and my birthday two weeks after Valentine’s. It’s a lot to cram in a month. Initially, we just took turns on whose turn it was to handle the romantic stuff. As years (and children) added to our marriage, the importance of that one day waned. Which isn’t to say that either of us are completely off the hook for it. Continue reading

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Bad Ideas

One afternoon in middle school P.A.S.S class, we wrote programs to create computer graphics on our state of the art Apple IIe. I had recently seen an interesting shape and I incorporated into my program. We gathered around the computer and took turns displaying our programs. I was rather proud of my geometric patterns, but the teacher was less so. She found my picture troubling. I didn’t understand why until much later. Continue reading

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Real Change

How does this always happen, I thought. I was second in line at my favorite fast food establishment. Unfortunately, the other two lines briskly moved while I just stood behind only one person hunched over the counter paying. I started every time another cashier indicated they were ready, but neither I nor my co-worker had the heart to force our way into one of the other lines. So we waited on ours even as those behind us abandoned it. Continue reading

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Principles of Research

One of the last big projects we had in junior English was to write a research paper. It was the largest part of our grade for that six weeks, so it essentially was the grade. I knew my grade was completely dependent on how well I did with my research paper. I knew it could make or break that six weeks. I still didn’t write one. Continue reading

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Plugging In

When I was a junior in high school, CEMC sponsored an essay contest. One winner from each county in Tennessee received an all-expense paid trip to Washington, D.C. As an aspiring writer, I of course planned to enter, but only on my own terms. This caused a tiny amount of friction. Continue reading

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Missing the Point

When I was in high school, one issue of the school newspaper was dedicated to student poems, short stories, artwork, and whatever else could fill the pages. I managed to submit two, uh, submissions my senior year and to my delight they were selected for publication. That’s not to say it was a smooth process. In fact, I learned firsthand that someone with presumably good intentions could completely miss the point. Continue reading

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