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Every Four Years

It was something we started in high school, Johnny Mac and me. Only when we started we didn’t actually know we were starting a tradition that would last for years to come. We’d been friends since the 4th grade. He … Continue reading

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Memories

A river road. Two lanes – one in each direction – twisting and turning along a levee. Tracing the edge of a river that empties into the sea. A place where memories may fall like rain drops and flow with … Continue reading

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Chicago

Just in case you haven’t read the thing, here’s the entire story in one piece… CHICAGO, An Unusual Love Story I called her Chicago because that was the only name I had for her. She sat down at the bar … Continue reading

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Chicago — Part Four

Part one.  Part two.  Part three. “Who me?” I shrugged and pretended to wipe a piece of lint off my shirt. “Never.” We presented ourselves to Rabbi Saltzman. The pinch hitter sent up by the Padres to hit for their … Continue reading

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Chicago — Part Three

Part one.   Part two. Chicago stood up and stepped away from her bar stool, tugging and straightening her skirt. “Come here,” she said, beckoning me with a finger, the twinkle in her eye aflame. I stood and approached her. “Closer,” … Continue reading

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Chicago — Part Two

Part one. Thing #1. I worked in compliance for a tech company in Seattle. I had some options if things worked out, as they seemed to be, in a little over a year, when those options vested, I’d be the … Continue reading

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Chicago, An Unusual Love Story (Part One)

There’s this unwritten but somewhat formal rule about the length of posts.  It’s kind of like the old line from the movie The Big Chill, in which Jeff Goldblum plays a writer for People magazine and acknowledges that one of … Continue reading

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Chicago — A Different Take

As I struggle with my writing, my unusual love story has taken its time.  It has grown since that posted sample.  To something beyond 3,000 words and the place where a critical decision must be made.  I’ve struggled over the … Continue reading

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Chicago — An Unusual Love Story

My last couple of posts have dealt with a flash in my head that made me want to write a story.  Unlike the many short stories I have written in the past where I generally write them in a few … Continue reading

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A Carny Lesson

This is the third story in a connected series of stories I’m working on.  Story one.   Story two.    Story three: I was married once. It was a carny wedding down in Gibtown. I was with the O’Sullivan Boys then. Had … Continue reading

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