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I Am an Addict

Now in my late sixties, I find that there were very few things which I looked forward to. However, the daily walk to the mailbox was one experience that I found worthwhile.  Those sealed envelopes seemed to offer the possibility … Continue reading

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The 6th Great Extinction

The young man’s father had been ill for some time.  The cancer that was deemed to be the cause of his death came upon the old man rather suddenly and progressed much faster than anyone, even the doctors, had anticipated.  … Continue reading

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The Date on the Stone

Years ago I convinced my wife, Robin that the two of us should make some post death arrangements.  She thought the idea was somewhat grotesque in nature but, always a practical sort, she agreed with the notion.  We added some … Continue reading

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The Tale of the Cat

I have a cat.  Well, that may be a somewhat erroneous statement but I vehemently deny even the faintest suggestion or innuendo that she has me.  I will however, although with some degree of hesitation, agree to the assertion that … Continue reading

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Good Neighbors

The old man recalled thinking about the reasons why those who knew his wife and lived near her hadn’t visited the terminally ill neighbor, attended her funeral service or, after her death, expressed their heartfelt condolences to him.  Many of … Continue reading

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The Beauty of Fireflies

Lark had lived for so very long.  She had been witness to the birth of many, many years and she stood silently, and with very little notice, as those years died and turned into memories.  Her life had been filled … Continue reading

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A Bed of Rocks

In the year 1961 I spent my twelfth summer here on earth with my grandparents, Phoebe and Grandad Fine and Phoebe’s sister, my Great-Aunt, Rosalyn.  The three lived in a small cinderblock house standing on North Kings Highway Street in … Continue reading

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