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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Suprise Me
Recollections: Rocked in Time — blues beginnings…
Prompted By What We Listened To
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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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This Old House
Prompted By Home Repair
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The house was a study in deferred maintenance. Charming, with furniture, bedding, kitchen ware, and barn implements still in place, but old. He was a budding architect. I was a friend of a friend with no repair skills to speak of, but had youthful enthusiasm, and came cheap.
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Pas Les Baskets (Not the Basketball Shoes)
Prompted By Writer's Choice
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An adventures at the Parisian luxury hotel, the Plaza Athenée
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Delta Echo Whiskey
Prompted By Veterans Day
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Occasionally I learn that they are dead.
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Now for Happy Anniversary*
Prompted By Anniversaries
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I come from a family that marked every special occasion with a family photo.
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Chocolate Angel Pie
Prompted By Recipes
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It's delicious, no matter what you call it.
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Stuff Multiplies
Prompted By Stuff
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I definitely have an issue with stuff magically multiplying.
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Tossing the Dice
Prompted By Dice
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Not easy for a woman who hates to gamble. But nothing in life is ever a sure bet.
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I Vant to be Alone…
Prompted By Isolation and Solitude
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It was introvert heaven! For a couple of months.
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Tradition!
Prompted By Lost in Translation
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Tradition! As a child I heard Yiddish spoken by my European-born grandparents and my first-generation American parents, yet I never had the curiosity to learn to speak it myself. But my parents subscribed to New York’s Yiddish theatre company, the Folksbiene, and I’d go with them and follow the plays by reading the English supertitles.…
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