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How Shall I Kill Him?* by
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Prompted By Guns Then and Now

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How shall I kill him? Poison knows ancient success, the weapon of choice for women, Shakespeare, and Russians. Guns are all-American. What shall it be? Poison? A gun? Maybe I should be thinking access — and egress — first, not weaponry. The West Wing boasts a dining room, a long cold room when empty. Could…
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Humbug, or Sightless in the Circus by
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I didn’t much give a damn for wearing glasses.
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Recycling Tongva by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Recycling

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The neighborhoods are beginning to welcome Paayme Paxaayt back into their lives.
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One man, one computer by
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Sometimes you have to work with them. Then, separation is impossible.
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Radio by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Remembering Radios

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This is the one, my old man says.
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The Portrait of Dorian MacDOS by
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(118 Stories)

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I can’t stand the sight of my cell phone...
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Organize your Cave* by
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Prompted By Inequality

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"We must all swim in the same sea. Right?”
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Covidream 3.2 — Circles by
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(118 Stories)

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We each float at the center of a separate, outwardly radiating helix.
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Hey, Catcha Cobia by
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Hey, catcha cobia, Hey, catcha valentine, Hey catcha co co bia, Eyes cold valentine bia. I listened to that jingle for years. The damned thing became an ear worm. An ear worm can be a snatch of rhythm, a melodic phrase, a whole tune. First, they just crawl around your ear, but eventually they become…
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Harmonica Boy — RetroFlash by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By First Memory

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Jamaica Plain housing project — age 3, going on 4
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My Covid Valentine by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Valentine's Day

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Mardi Gras 2020 — The last night out
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I like hats by
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Prompted By Hats

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I like hats. Hats can provide protection, inspire intrigue, and serve as typical or atypical representations of a hat wearer’s persona. I don’t often wear hats. I don’t think I look good in most hats, and I never know where to put them down when I’m not in the immediate need of a hat. Today,…
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Spiraling toward Sunrise by
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Prompted By Inaugurations

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I like to think of history in astronomical terms of spiraling orbits. In the same way the sun hurtles through space and our planets spiral along behind it, forever trying to catch up, history doesn’t move in cycles, it moves in spirals. I’d like to offer the possibility that — with our most recent inauguration…
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The San Francisco Mime Troupe Gorilla Marching Band performs in the San Francisco Saint Patrick’s Day Parade by
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Prompted By Good Trouble

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...they didn’t request tapes or photos.
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Dear Charlie… by
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I’m writing to you from a time far beyond your own.
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In a dark time… by
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Prompted By Hello Darkness

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Doggedly, I record signs of the coming light.
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The Day I Crashed Pacifica by
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Prompted By Interviews

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Recently, a flurry of studies, books, anecdotes, and urban legends claim that swearing is a sign of authenticity, honesty, and even intelligence. I don’t know. In most instances, I find that swearwords, used judiciously and with the all-important element of timing can be expressive and effective. I don’t recall when I began swearing, but it…
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The Spelling Volunteer by
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Prompted By Spelling

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I began this story in response to last week's "volunteer" prompt but quickly realized I was generating a Retrospect twofer.
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A pandemic thanksgiving by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Pandemic Holidays

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Yes, we would celebrate.
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Suzanne — RetroFlash by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Chance Encounters

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I didn’t notice when Suzanne first showed up. We unloaded the stage, carried it into the theater, and assembled it behind the proscenium, a stage upon a stage. First came the wine barrels, then the interlocking frame, and finally the wooden platforms. We lashed the backdrop to the uprights and, with a shout from cast…
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Cell phones and the world-wide web by
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As a musician, actor, writer, and part-time carpenter, I had grown tired of planning how I was going to buy my next pair of shoes, so I unpacked my diploma and went looking for a job. I had three criteria — the job had to (1) involve writing, editing, and publishing; (2) take place in…
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X-Rays, Motorcycle boots, Cuban heels, and Jimmy Choo by
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Prompted By Shoes

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I do love me my shoes. When I was a little kid we went to a shoe store that featured an x-ray machine that you could stick your feet inside and radiate the hell out of them. It made your bones glow. Scary, how little they knew about radiation back then. Despite my fascination with…
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Totem Salmon — reinhabiting the Mattole River watershed by
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Prompted By Recycling

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I wrote this piece for the Retro prompt "Gardens," but I've posted it here to celebrate the salmon that reinhabited the Mattole watershed as a form of recycling.
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Full Circle by
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Prompted By Lost and Found

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“Don’t sweat it,” I said. I couldn’t get the “brother” part out; it stuck in my craw.
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Covidream 2.1 by
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Prompted By Pandemic Summer

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I awoke with a familiar mixture of covid emotions, sadness and gratitude...
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How beautiful it was… by
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Not much to say on cursive, although I had perfect cursive writing scores in third and fourth grade. I liked how beautiful it was, all the curves and the way the style let you keep your number two pencil on the page when you finally got to write whole words and sentences. Now my handwriting…
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Outside Agitators — showbiz goes to the demo by
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Prompted By Protests

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Mao Tse Tung, Uncle Ho / Dow chemical has got to go
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Ornithology by
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Prompted By Chance Encounters

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Damn, I thought, this guy has to be a musician...
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The Kitchen by
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Prompted By Recipes

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Good gawd how we tried.
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Superstition, science, blind faith, denial, and ignorance: a trumped-up world view by
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Prompted By Superstition

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If an event happens once, it can — and probably will — happen again.
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Breathe in… Breathe out by
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What a strange and terrible time to feel at one with the universe.
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Fuller Brush Boy by
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Prompted By Door-to-Door Sales

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Once past the gate, I lit a cigarette and noticed that my hand was trembling.
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Covidream 1.1 by
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Prompted By Dreams

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For a time, I remain convinced that I am awake.
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From the Inside Out by
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So now we have a messenger.
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Caring to say goodbye by
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Prompted By Caregiving

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What does care mean when you can say goodbye? And when you cannot?
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An American family — myth, memory, imagination, and lies by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Family Myths

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One can only imagine the glories and horrors...
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Getting Organized, or… How I Joined the Wobblies by
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Prompted By Get Organized

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Don't agonize... Organize! — Mother Jones
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Boy Stories by
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Ah, Hollywood!
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From the Other Side by
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Prompted By The Crush

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That 'Cliffie who had a crush on me who I blew off as a pest and lived to regret it...
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The Time Capsule by
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Prompted By Libraries

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In the womb of this arcane atmosphere, my imagination flourished...
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Rimpoche Chogyam Trungpa’s Crazy Wisdom by
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Prompted By Hacks and Scams

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...too complicated to categorize
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The Invasion of the Body Snatchers by
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(as reported in The University Times)
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Hirth from Earth by
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Prompted By Final Farewell

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My friend Hirth died five years ago, today. I don't think he'll mind if I bring that up. Whatever I did, he was down with it; whatever he did, I was down with him.
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I smell elephants… by
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Prompted By Kindergarten

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More and more these days, I been working overtime in an attempt to channel this little guy. I have a lot to learn from him. I think my old man took this picture with a giant Speed Graphic just before we moved from the federal housing projects in Boston’s Jamaica Plain. We relocated 30 miles…
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Black Ice by
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Prompted By Weather

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The wheel felt woozy in my hands and the truck began to float.
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Beach Reads — Sankaty Head, Herman Melville, and the wreck of the Andrea Doria by
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Prompted By Beach Reads

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...the house felt huge, empty and swept by onshore winds that buffeted the old frame building.
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Honest to a fault by
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Prompted By Honesty

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...all fiction writers are liars.
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Invasion of the Body Snatchers by
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Professor watches amazed as 16 students disappear into broadband stream
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Okay, Charlie by
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Prompted By Learning to Drive

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I had to hold onto the steering wheel to reach the pedals.
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The Soviet Matter by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Cold War Coping

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Revenge is a dish best served cold.
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Hope is a thing with feathers by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Earth Day

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Genuine, hopeful retreat is possible.
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Que Lastima by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Poetry

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“Que lastima,” says a delicate-featured little girl. What a pity.
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Conscientious objector or draft dodger? by
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Prompted By Betrayal

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The great river of class, culture and convictions afforded me a way out.
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Putnam Avenue by
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Prompted By My First Apartment

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Don’t try to brush aside a death in the family. It won’t work.
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Untitled by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By New Beginnings

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That year, summer vacation released us into the unknown.
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Gates of Eden: the genesis of an antiwar novel* by
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    My antiwar writing began in a theater. I was working on a new play and the antiwar movement of the 1960s came up in conversation. Several of the actors expressed amazement that there had been a determined movement to stop the war. One actor said something like “Wow! We just thought that all…
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Step Aside by
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Prompted By Politics

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A new wave is calling BS on you.
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Holes in my head by
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When I first saw this Retro prompt, a David Sedaris essay* came to mind. Here, Sedaris laments the lack of worthwhile accessories for men. “[Accessories” for men aren’t nearly as interesting as women’s,” he writes. “I have no use for cuff links or suspenders, and while I’ll occasionally pick up a new tie, it hardly…
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Good Riddance — A future retrospective by
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Prompted By Good Riddance

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Now we can begin anew.
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The Kiss Messenger by
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Prompted By Fame

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I wasn’t smitten by love or lust, but fame, especially when well-deserved, can be, well… awesome.
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Placerville, 1888 — Galoots in mud boots by
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Prompted By Vintage Photos

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I had no idea that part of me had come from this place, a California boardwalk town in the northern Sierras. I’d grown up in Massachusetts. Save for one trip to California when I was 10, I knew California as a distant, colorful place that gift packages materialized from, sent by my West Coast aunts…
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The Lost Coast by
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Prompted By The Twilight Zone

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The darkness stretches away in a perfect circle.
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Time is a river… by
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. . . a violent current of events, glimpsed once and already gone past. — Marcus Aurelius
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Sunday Morning at the Monarch Diner by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By My Hometown

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You can't go home again... or can you?
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Cranking it out — a reflection on the end of work by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Retirement

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Is this retirement? I ask. Nah.
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One year later… tremendo aché by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By A Year in the Life

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"Oh, I think the Haitians know how to take care of themselves."
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My friend by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Marijuana

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Season after season, he perfects his crop amidst civilization's sturm und drang.
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Technology — Hydra’s extropic head by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Technology

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Extropy — an evolving system of tools, methods, and techniques guided by values and standards intended to improve the human condition.
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Recollections: Rocked in Time — blues beginnings… by
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The boy rocked in time to the music, rump bouncing against the back of a ruptured easy chair. He pushed a mouth harp across tiny teeth, accompanying a blues singer over the pops and scratches of a fast-revolving 78-rpm record. The harmonica’s discordant moan caught the rhythm, modality, and feel of the music and bounced…
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A Father and Son Reunion by
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Prompted By Reunions

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Reuniting with an unrequited spirit
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Stowaways: Clyde, me, and the CHP by
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He nodded the beak of his perfectly molded, authoritarian-style trooper’s hat in my direction.
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Immeasurable, incomprehensible by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By 9/11

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Like matter, gravitational energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
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Enuf o’ this Shit by
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Duck and cover seemed the height of folly, and I'd never felt immortal.
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From Scratch by
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You can make up your own play from scratch. It’s different from interpreting other people's words.
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Outta the West! by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Summer of Love

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We were going to a-go-go and the devil be damned.
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4.1 Miles and Three Hundred Fifty Years by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Immigrants

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That was then; this is now.
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Periodo Especial by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Travel

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Sometimes there’s nothing you can do but laugh.
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Science: a future retrospective by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Science

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Then, the ecstatic carnival of scientific exploration halted. But why?
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Faith? by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Faith

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I’m writing this because somebody asked me about faith and I don’t have any.
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Too many books… by
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Prompted By Altered States

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Seeking motivation, the author opened his current lit file and scrolled past folder after folder, doc after doc. Jesus, he thought, this is one big pile of writing, all these little black characters wiggling across a white screen. He recognized travelogues from Cuba, some published, most not; sketched-out narrative postcards about growing up absurd in…
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Tidal Wave by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Women's Lib

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exploring chauvinism felt like tumbling through surf
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Trouble in Mind by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By In Trouble

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After decades, I’m in trouble again.
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Am I Bourgeois? An unreliable narrative by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By The First Time

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What was I doing with this new scheme? Was I planning to…settle down?
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The Lotus and the Schoolboy by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Temptation

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I’ve never been big on sin. Sin belongs to a god thing full of good, evil, and punishment, straight-jacketing people with shame, and excommunicating so many nice things. Regardless of my godless stance, at age 11, I helped myself to three temptations. First, I sought out pictures of naked women in magazines, stolen from my…
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The Unrequited by
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My head snapped back and hit the wooden booth.
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Brahmins, transcendentalists, and Sunday school science by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Traditions

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...sometimes there would be fresh snow, sparkling white on the granite steps.
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Three American Dreams by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By The American Dream

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— I — Tables sag with provender Prime ribs, suckling pigs, purple pomegranates Chewed-on, puked up, wasted detriti Litter the Persian carpets, lounging, waiting not caring Whisked up by a brown man in a white coat Armed with dustpans and broom   Club chairs and sofas gleam with silk and gold fabric Pilfered from global’s…
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Change the world; it needs it. by
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(118 Stories)

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Turn your skills, your craft, your art into a weapon.
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The Great Beyond… Where the hell is it? by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By The Great Beyond

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Death? Perhaps I’ve seen plenty of death, although we can never get enough. We’re not allowed to; the damned thing just keeps on comin’. And I doubt that we are morbid by nature; we simply have no control over the end of life beyond the magic and ministrations of good medicine from CAT scans to…
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Scariest halloween ever — revisited by
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(118 Stories)

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...the woman ascending has never visited the devil.
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Dollars, dimes, and the Red Menace by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Best Advice: Money

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"Welcome to the American Dream, old man. Not so fast…"
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Monk, Punk, and the San Francisco Deaf Club by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By In the Band

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"...one band, one club, and one gig."
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My Last First School Day by
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“Heck,” my partner suggested “Go back to school. Who knows? — maybe you'll even learn something.”
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High Country by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Something Wild

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I had been swallowed by the perfect madness of the wilderness.
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Work: a future retrospective by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Working

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I am a historian on the interstellar environment Samsara, circa 3200. I explore the many time capsules that were loaded aboard the craft before we departed earth. The capsules were loaded helter-skelter in the pre-launch rush, but I take great delight in randomly sampling their contents. Today I found several intriguing artifacts that had worked…
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Lucky’s Afghans: a 20th-century disaster by
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Prompted By Disasters

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How do you reconcile heartbreak and fear, sadness and jeopardy, and the sense that everything is ending? You don’t.
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Wow! I really loved your show… by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By How We Met

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The princess lost her startled expression, nodded, and looked deeper. I could see her think, Is this guy for real? How does he know about German expressionism? He’s a musician, for chrissake!
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… to bad rubbish by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Good Riddance

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Ronald Reagan, Oliver North, Henry Kissinger, Dick Cheney, George W. Bush, Condoleeza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld, Paul Wolfowitz, Elliot Abrams and all the other nasty little Neo-Cons… Feel free to add to the rubbish list. It all goes into the dustbin of history.
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Winter Sun by
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Prompted By Turning Points

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Winter Sun was unloading its guitars, the Fender keyboard, PA speakers, and microphones into my Andover Street garage. It was about 3 a.m. and we had just done a free gig to benefit the Dore Street Garage, a woman’s auto repair collective. This all happened in San Francisco when feminism’s second wave was rising strong,…
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Serafina by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By My First Car

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I grew up in rural New England and, altho my dad was a scientist who worked in Boston, I spent my school years in a small public school that embraced equal measures of college prep students and shop kids. Many of my friends were the sons and daughters of farmers and mechanics. Out of family…
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Midnight shift at the Bulletin by
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Asshole bosses often don’t realize they’re assholes because they’ve been assholes all their life. Like a frog who doesn’t grok that he or she is slowly parboiling in a pot of hot water, asshole bosses have usually been considered assholes since infancy. Consequently, most assholes develop early defenses to assure themselves that asshole behavior is…
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Johnny never said goodbye… by
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Prompted By Those We Miss

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Ever lose somebody without saying goodbye? A friend goes off to war, he wasn’t drafted, he enlisted, it’s been awhile, you’ve gone in opposite directions. No rancor, just divergence, then gone. A girlfriend slides into her father’s car to drive home too late. You lean down, kiss her through the window. She’s so pretty, her…
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I liked Ike, but I was supposed to root for Stevenson by
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Then: Waiting in the railway crossing shack with the gate keeper, hoping for a Boston & Maine diesel to come along. Now: Wishing I could feel the earth shake as a steam locomotive rolled past with a full load of freight, throttle wide open to make the grade.   Then: Watching my mom crank the…
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Rosewood, pewter, oak, resistance, and a friend by
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Prompted By The Things I Keep

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I don’t keep much. Yes, stuff clutters my life but not from way back. Family things went into diaspora after my father died. My mother wisely refused to become the widow Degelman in our little New England town. She sold the house and left for New York University to begin a new life. My personal…
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Stanley Mouse and the little white pill by
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Prompted By Altered States

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I set out for California in a three-quarter ton GMC panel truck that burned oil quicker than gasoline. No matter, I had some pals, some cash, a stash, a map, and a mission. When I landed in San Francisco, I re-joined the Mime Troupe, a radical theater company that performed free shows in the parks…
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How soccer saved me from the draft by
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Prompted By Sports

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I was too short to play basketball. I wasn’t that great at baseball, although I love the game. Our little high school couldn’t afford a football team. Then along came soccer. Soccer was affordable and — so they thought — less dangerous than football. Soccer was perfect for me. I swam in summer and skied…
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A brief audible history by
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Back in the early days of the Internet, I wrote for a short-lived interactive startup in Santa Monica. I was a practicing jazz musician at the time, so of course I needed the money. Before the interactive outfit folded I happily researched and wrote a brief musical history of Mozart, a jazz jukebox, a classical…
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Charles and Louise — Liars, lovers, and mythmakers by
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I never knew my grandparents. They died long before I was born. My father died before he could describe them to me. Given the circumstances surrounding his time with them, I doubt that he could have told me much. Therefore, my fact-or-fiction report springs from primary source materials including pictures, letters, and newspaper articles and…
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Miles ‘Binky’ Davis — coincidence and convergence by
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Prompted By Pets

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Ever confuse coincidence with causality? It can be fun. Somebody you meet on a demo in Madison, Wisconsin shows up at a concert weeks later in San Francisco. Wow! The ex-girlfriend of a city radical materializes unannounced on your rural commune. Both of you are amazed… too weird! People once directed me to the sleeping…
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Santiago de Cuba — a special period vacation by
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Prompted By Vacations

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I’ve never been much of a tourist. From my days residing in the Haight-Ashbury to my thin-air existence in the Colorado Rockies, from my street musician days in North Beach to my current residence under the Hollywood sign (nope, not homeless), I’ve been an objet du tourism more frequently than I’ve been a tourist. Nothin’…
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El Año de los Muertos by
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Prompted By Lessons

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Some say death can be your ally. Yeah, maybe… If you’re an Inuit shaman or a Yoruba priestess. Some days I can dig it. Mostly I doubt that death teaches us anything. Today marks the year-one anniversary of ZL’s death. I first met Z when she ran into a theater rehearsal and shouted “they’re gonna…
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What I watched, what I didn’t… by
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Prompted By What We Watched

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Television came to our house late in the form of a used 10-inch Motorola with a cabinet as big as the Ritz. Sunday night was family night. Except for dinner, we weren’t big on family rituals but Sunday night was an exception. I’d be called inside to watch “The Ed Sullivan Show” (with varied interest…
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Do you, Mister Jones… by
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Something is happening here but you don’t know what it is, Do you, Mister Jones — Bob Dylan, Ballad of a Thin Man, 1965   As a teenager I participated with the Quakers to ban the bomb. I celebrated the March on Washington and survived Mississippi Freedom Summer. I learned to play blues and folk…
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Lydia’s Cousin by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Teenager in Love

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RURAL MASSACHUSETTS, 1960ish — Over the past year, the girls had shot up… and out. They stuck pink plastic combs into their bobby sock tops and made rude remarks to the junior high girls who had stuffed tissue paper into their bras. Beyond the scent of cologne, deodorant, Clearasil, and cliquish anxiety, the girls were…
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Hair: a devastating dilemma by
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Prompted By Hair

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Hair. Always been a big deal to me. I accomplished hormonal lift-off at 11 and immediately shifted into hyper hair-awareness mode. I simultaneously stumbled upon my first rebel role model — James Dean. I became fascinated with him, not for his work in film — Who knew what a method actor was? — but for…
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Can’t Bust ‘Ems by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By What We Wore

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I still own a pair of black Can’t Bust ‘Em dungarees that I wore while working as a timber cutter at the Buckshot mine in Eldora, Colorado. I don’t wear them anymore — I’m a little beyond a 1970 waistline — but the rugged old pants still sport the brass buttons sewn onto the beltline…
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Sputnik by
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(118 Stories)

Prompted By Lost in Space

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We lived at the edge of a forest in Massachusetts. The hay field across the road served as a planetarium surrounded by stone walls and maples. From there, the night sky unfolded for us: an unusual moon, the northern lights, an eclipse, but now. . . who could predict? “Tonight!” My old man shouted. “Sputnik!…
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Prompted By What We Ate

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Baking Digger bread had only one stipulation — you had to give it away for free.
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