What was it like for my neighbors to have an FBI agent knock on their doors in December 1970 and ask questions about me.
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Suprise Me
“Full field investigation”
Prompted By Interviews
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What was it like for my neighbors to have an FBI agent knock on their doors in December 1970 and ask questions about me.
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Algorithms Never Lie
Prompted By Honesty
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What's scary is how computer algorithms, AI, and all our technology can take data that is perfectly true and turn it into "facts" that are frighteningly false.
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Don’t You (Forget About Me)
Prompted By Tracking People Down
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My high school was a small, selective public high school on the campus of Montclair State College that admitted 30 students in each grade, 15 boys and 15 girls. It went from seventh through twelfth grade, so you can imagine how well we got to know each other, such a small group spending six years…
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My Comments on the Stories on This Prompt
Prompted By Memorable Performances
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My Dorothy Hamill Hair
Prompted By Hair
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Dorothy Hamill had the best hair in the 1976 Winter Olympic Games. Maybe of all time. It was shiny, it was silky, it fanned out during her “Hamill-Camel” signature move, it bounced back into place, all pert and sassy. Confident. Strong. And, though it was not yet a common word, that hair was just flat-out…
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Ozymandias in Kingston
Prompted By Can You Go Home Again?
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It took some looking, but we found an intersection where Mom remembered the roads.
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Still Life with Grape and Hotdog
Prompted By Friendship
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I glance up from the piano and listen to his James Taylor-inspired voice sing the lyric we have crafted and feel dizzy with love, maybe for him, maybe for me, maybe for art. We do not have a romance, but this must count for something.
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Strange Fall
Prompted By New Beginnings
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Strange Fall Other years Autumn Means First the poison oak leaves flame a brilliant red, while the mountain maple blazes yellow. Usually the thrumming cricket chorus thins to a few hardy soloists when the morning and evening’s chill signals winter’s shadow hiding around the slipping sunshine. This year the talk of drought and global…
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Play It Again, Sam
Prompted By Rewatchable Movies
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Play It Again, Sam Rewatchable? Round up the usual suspects. Retroflash / 6 Words – Dana Susan Lehrman
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Brisket
Prompted By What We Ate
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My mother was insecure in life and insecure in the kitchen. Having me around made her nervous, so I was forbidden to watch. I didn’t learn to cook in her kitchen…a story for a different day. With her limited cooking skills, she cooked the same menu every week: Swiss Steak on Monday (barely edible –…
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