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Lost and forlorn

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Okay, I’ll admit it. Sometimes I’m directionally challenged. I could get lost in an elevator or go the wrong way on an escalator.

No matter what age you may be, the experience of being lost is the same for everyone: complete and utter hopelessness.

I should know. I found myself lost last weekend, and an old familiar wave of dread washed over me and almost knocked me down.

But how I found myself lost in the middle of a crowd of over a thousand strangers, out of breath, and weeping…well, that’s the end of this story. Here’s the beginning: Read More»

Baby it’s cold outside

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Each week you can safely read this column and be assured that the topic will not be political, and there’s a good reason.

Politics just isn’t funny. (Some politicians are, but politics just isn’t). So now that the elections are finally over, we all can concentrate on something that’s really important.

Yep, I’m going to dive right into the middle of the global warming debate. It’s not being political, and it’s not really a debate. You see, for me, it’s been decided. There ain’t such a thing. I’ll explain. Read More»

My greatest fear

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Well it’s finally happened. My greatest fear has finally come true.

Nope, The Wife hasn’t left me. At least, not yet. Guess after 15 years, she’s gotten used to having this grumpy guy around.

And no, Down the Street Bully Brad hasn’t found out where I currently live, or at least I don’t think he has.

So what great fear has finally become reality for yours truly? Little One was injured while under my care. Read More»

Breaking the rules

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Yep, I know. After reading this story, the parents of school-age kids out there will be irritated at me for months simply because I said it’s okay to break rules.

Trust me, it’s not intentional. But if you do get really upset, please don’t send emails to my editor. Send all of them to my dad in Florida. After all, it’s his fault. He and Mom taught us kids that honesty is the best policy.

Rules are meant to be broken. The rules of English, that is. Read More»

Elephant-less circus

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When I heard the circus was coming to our fair town, I jumped at the chance to buy tickets.

Memories of all those extravaganzas from when we lived back on Flamingo Street started to parade themselves through my head. Three rings under the Big Top filled with lions, tigers, dancing bears, trapeze artists flying high overhead, and an impossible number of clowns climbing out of a miniature car.

Little did I know how different this circus would be from those of Flamingo Street past. Read More»

Book covers

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My three brothers, The Sister, and me spent seven magical years growing up at 110 Flamingo Street. During that time, both Mom and Dad dispensed a lot of advice, hoping some of it would eventually sink into our hard heads. And trust me, I got one of the hardest, otherwise I wouldn’t have survived those seven magical years of adventures (and misadventures).

Some of my parents’ advice was indeed followed. Some was simply ignored (I still wear the scars from those decisions) and some is still trying to sink in. So what was the most sage advice given by my parents you may ask? Read More»

You'll never go wrong...

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Got an urgent phone call from The Boy yesterday. The serious tone in his voice immediately captured my attention. So much so that the ribbing I was going to give him about Little One kissing a duck while feeding them out at Twin Lakes that very morning would obviously have to wait.

He said, “Dad, I need your advice about what to do.”

I must say, hearing those words made me feel good. Not because The Boy was asking for advice in his time of difficulty, but because he had asked ME for it. Read More»

Cats in socks

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An expectant mother placed a picture of three kittens above the changing table. She had purchased the item from a garage sale in the neighborhood.

The kittens dangled from a huge limb of a grand old oak tree. A unique picture for a room that housed a changing table full of diapers, wipes, assorted lotions and creams.

Each of the kittens filled a sock that left just their faces exposed. The first was white with brown spots — the kitten’s face, not the sock. All the socks hanging from the tree limb were white. Read More»

Bubble-wrap your life

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No pun intended, but medical insurance is costing me an arm and leg nowadays. The costs of in-network and out-of-network doctor copays, deductibles, and out of pocket maximums have gotten maximally unaffordable.

If you do get sick, don’t try filling a prescription. At the drug store, you’ll be met with a long list of decisions you’ll have to make in your sickened state. Do you choose: generic, non-generic, formulated, or non-formulated. Each comes with its own separate copay. Read More»

Remote for a dinosaur

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September marks the start of the 14th year for this weekly column. Many thanks to you, dear reader, for making it all possible. Without your faithful readership, the many adventures growing up at 110 Flamingo Street, the stories about The Wife and The Boy, and the general observations of life might never have made their way to print. Unfortunately, this could be the last one. Read More»

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