Sunday, November 30, 2008
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Nov. 24, 2008
Each winter on the day after the lake freezes for the first time, people from the surrounding area throw rocks on the ice. They say the tradition began as a way of testing the ice's tensile strength, but now it's a spiritual ceremony. It produces a transcendent sound, like the zing of a zither.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
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Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
talent scout
He sat there in that leatherlike couch drinking an iced moche through a straw. Blackberry jingled Beethoven’s fifth da da da dah.
Got your message.
Yea well it’s been hectic around here. You know how it is.
Sure, okay, well he’s good for about 12 per. In the paint mostly, hangs around the basket. Knows the clock. Gets junk, pounds a lot. What’s the other guy’s name?
Nothin. He’s not on my watch list.
Don’t feel comfortable about that.
Sure, okay. I’ll tell him it’s in his best interest.
Fuck I dunno. We don’t wanna be on the same band wagon.
What’s in his best interest?
I’ll text ya. My cab’s here.
Yea, later.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Charlie, psych professor emeritus
He's 85, did his doctoral studies under B.F. Skinner at Indiana University.
Charlie, psych professor emeritus
Just down the hall from Skinner was Alfred Charles Kinsey's office.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place