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I'm not anti oil. I depend on it too much to be against it. Even when I was a twenty- something eco-dreamer and saboteur, out there trying to rescue the oceans' bounty from massacre-sized nets and harpoons, I couldn't really be against oil. How could I have? It took our good, oil-guzzling ship to ram … Continue reading I don’t really know
I'm sitting in an airplane to Kotzebue, Alaska. More than half of the passengers is comprised of Eskimo natives. Randomly, I wonder if Eskimo is a native group or if it comprises several native groups. Hey Google. We land. The older ones waiting for their bags don't seem to have any teeth. Their lips are … Continue reading Smile
There's a water slash amusement park close to where I live that's closing down for good after this summer. The Google says it's because of huge losses after the pandemic plus mounting operational costs. I suppose by the latter, Google means old equipment getting older, thus requiring more aggressive preventative maintenance, upgrades, fixes. It's a … Continue reading A negative birthday
I've been around some real excellence the past couple weeks. The first was my 35th college reunion and running into many who were just absolutely and positively crushing it in medicine and in law and in money management and in real estate. Nobody that I ran into, anyway, was crushing it in writing, so there's … Continue reading So much excellence
I'm taking a leak alongside a former classmate. A minute or so goes by, and I say to him, "You remember when this took about 30 seconds?" "No shit," he says. We bust out in some laughter. My piss takes a break, his too maybe. We idle there at the urinal, not pissing, just bullshitting … Continue reading Go!
You know the surest way to knock yourself down a few more pegs is to check out several of your old classmates' profiles on the LinkedIn. Partner. President Principal. And not the high school kind, either. Might I strongly recommend you not do that, embark on said lark whilst ensconced in the middle of a … Continue reading Until He says so
I nominate me for free drinks all night, every night, this weekend. I nominate me for a nuru massage too. I know I know, Lent. No soda, no first-thing-in -the-morning donuts, no other such ascetic sundries, and and and. . . .no nuru massages. But, God, this last week or so that I've had, geezus; … Continue reading Dead folder
As this is Things Men Carry, of which I carry death, divorce, losing my cushy job well into my 50's to name a few--well, shit, I carry the following too. Even if I don't quite remember any of it. It really is all just a big blur to me now some fifty- something years later. … Continue reading Only sorta fiction
You can't really forget certain words once they're uttered or screamed in to your ears. No matter if it happened back in the Jurassic 80s, and you bonked your head a few times since then, and thus your memory ain't as sharp--some things just kinda stick to your brain's ribs no matter what. (Word for … Continue reading Feeling bl–brown
I told young blood periodically during his first semester of college to do good in school and to do even better at rubbing elbows. I don't think it ever dawned on me when I was in college that it was all about the schmoozing and the relationships, the networking, the getting and being in the … Continue reading In the club
