 It was a warm,  sunny Sunday morning in the city and I decided to do some neighborhood chores before the temperature rose. We fill our prescription meds at the Walgreens pharmacy chain where the pharmacists can pull an RX from any Walgreens branch. That’s come in handy when we’ve been away and have forgotten to…    
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It was a warm,  sunny Sunday morning in the city and I decided to do some neighborhood chores before the temperature rose. We fill our prescription meds at the Walgreens pharmacy chain where the pharmacists can pull an RX from any Walgreens branch. That’s come in handy when we’ve been away and have forgotten to…    
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                  Eastside Goose Chase
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 It was a warm,  sunny Sunday morning in the city and I decided to do some neighborhood chores before the temperature rose. We fill our prescription meds at the Walgreens pharmacy chain where the pharmacists can pull an RX from any Walgreens branch. That’s come in handy when we’ve been away and have forgotten to…    
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It was a warm,  sunny Sunday morning in the city and I decided to do some neighborhood chores before the temperature rose. We fill our prescription meds at the Walgreens pharmacy chain where the pharmacists can pull an RX from any Walgreens branch. That’s come in handy when we’ve been away and have forgotten to…    
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                  Retrospect – The Altar Boy’s Story
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 Retrospect – The Altar Boy’s Story By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 Preface: Faith is a funny thing. It’s not always about answers—it’s often about the questions that linger, the doubts that echo, the moments that shape who we become. For me, growing up in mid 20th century Boston, faith was woven into…    
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  Retrospect – The Altar Boy’s Story By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 Preface: Faith is a funny thing. It’s not always about answers—it’s often about the questions that linger, the doubts that echo, the moments that shape who we become. For me, growing up in mid 20th century Boston, faith was woven into…    
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                  Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/12/2025
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 Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/12/2025 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2025 Preface: In a world where the truly bizarre often gets lost in the daily deluge of the merely strange, the Driscoll Dispatch remains your steadfast compass pointing towards the delightfully unhinged. This week, we explore the burgeoning field of competitive apology, the unexpected…    
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Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/12/2025 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2025 Preface: In a world where the truly bizarre often gets lost in the daily deluge of the merely strange, the Driscoll Dispatch remains your steadfast compass pointing towards the delightfully unhinged. This week, we explore the burgeoning field of competitive apology, the unexpected…    
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                  Searching for Peace
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 “Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.” —Dalai Lama I find there’s a quiet kind of healing peace in the early morning empty streets and pathways, a softness in the Spring sky that speaks to my soul. With the world as loud and uncertain as it is, I remind myself to…    
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“Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.” —Dalai Lama I find there’s a quiet kind of healing peace in the early morning empty streets and pathways, a softness in the Spring sky that speaks to my soul. With the world as loud and uncertain as it is, I remind myself to…    
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                  Bonfire
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 Bonfire My father Arthur was born in 1912 in the Catskill town of Liberty NY some years after his parents,  my grandmother Esther and my grandfather Sam,  had emigrated to the States from Ukraine.  (See The Wheat Field)  At first they had settled among other Eastern European Jews in New York’s lower eastside where Sam worked…    
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Bonfire My father Arthur was born in 1912 in the Catskill town of Liberty NY some years after his parents,  my grandmother Esther and my grandfather Sam,  had emigrated to the States from Ukraine.  (See The Wheat Field)  At first they had settled among other Eastern European Jews in New York’s lower eastside where Sam worked…    
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                  Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/5/2025
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 Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/5/2025 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2025 Preface: In a world where the line between reality and a particularly vivid fever dream continues to blur, the Driscoll Dispatch remains your trusty guide through the delightfully disorienting landscape of the present. This week, we explore the rise of sentient…    
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    Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/5/2025 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2025 Preface: In a world where the line between reality and a particularly vivid fever dream continues to blur, the Driscoll Dispatch remains your trusty guide through the delightfully disorienting landscape of the present. This week, we explore the rise of sentient…    
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                  Pink Pearls of Wisdom
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 "Remember, always be a lady," Grammy said.    
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"Remember, always be a lady," Grammy said.    
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                  Retrospect – I Survived The 1970s
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 Retrospect – I Survived The 1970s By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025   Part 1: October 1970 The other day, I swear, I could still smell the tear gas clinging to my denim jacket. It’s like a stubborn ex-girlfriend, that stuff – refuses to let go. And, of course, the ever-present aroma of…    
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  Retrospect – I Survived The 1970s By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025   Part 1: October 1970 The other day, I swear, I could still smell the tear gas clinging to my denim jacket. It’s like a stubborn ex-girlfriend, that stuff – refuses to let go. And, of course, the ever-present aroma of…    
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                  Library Cookies
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 Library Cookies Catching myself with my hand in the cookie jar the other day I found myself smiling at a sweet memory. I’ve written about my years as a high school librarian,  my colleague Ann,  and our boss Dorothy.  (See Dolly and Me at the DMV). In the back of that school library was our large,…    
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Library Cookies Catching myself with my hand in the cookie jar the other day I found myself smiling at a sweet memory. I’ve written about my years as a high school librarian,  my colleague Ann,  and our boss Dorothy.  (See Dolly and Me at the DMV). In the back of that school library was our large,…    
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                  I Watched The First Moon Landing
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 Retrospect – I Watched The First Moon Landing By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 My world was built on the foundations of science fiction, a landscape where imagination reigned supreme. Long before the grainy images of lunar dust and human footprints filled our television screens, I was navigating the vast, uncharted territories of…    
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  Retrospect – I Watched The First Moon Landing By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 My world was built on the foundations of science fiction, a landscape where imagination reigned supreme. Long before the grainy images of lunar dust and human footprints filled our television screens, I was navigating the vast, uncharted territories of…    
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