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Driving in snow by
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Prompted By Snowy Days

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This is the only place I have ever lived where any decent snowstorm causes people to panic and abandon their cars all over the streets.
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Elephants and Libraries for Oakland by
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Prompted By Volunteering

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The White Elephant Sale raises dollars in the millions for the museum and provides items for people in the community ...
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Check It Out by
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Prompted By Libraries

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I would be remiss in my discussion of the Newark Public Library if I did not mention Philip Roth's novella Goodbye Columbus.
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I Was At Woodstock In 1969 by
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Prompted By Writer's Choice

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  Retrospect – I Was At Woodstock in 1969 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 Preface: The Day My Brother’s VW Wagon Became a Portal to Another Dimension (and Other Slightly Exaggerated Truths) They say if you remember the ’60s, you weren’t really there. Well, I remember the ’60s, or at least a very…
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Eat too Much? Drink too Much? by
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Although there are jingles and slogans in advertising today, I don't believe they are as memorable as the ones from our younger years.
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Rite of Passage by
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Prompted By The P O

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For me, it was the first decent job I had even though it was only over the Christmas rush.
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St. George by
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(34 Stories)

Prompted By Pets

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Prospective lizard owners take note, you also become cricket ranchers.
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Posing in 3-D by
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(359 Stories)

Prompted By My First Paycheck

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The Brandeis Theatre Department hired a new scenic painter in 1973. In addition to painting all the backdrops, he also taught a life drawing course and advertised for models. I had done a little modeling during my time at Brandeis, but nothing note-worthy. This was a real class, taught by a master, so I signed…
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Art Lessons by
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Only now does the sheer phallic audacity of that picture make me chuckle.
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The Meaning of Life by
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How did I happen to read that book?  I don’t remember anyone giving it to me or seeing it in the house, so most likely it was in a school library, maybe thoughtfully displayed by a librarian, or maybe just calling to me from a shelf. In any case it was not like anything I had read and it spoke powerfully to my own adolescent yearning to make sense of existence.
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