Monthly Archives: February 2011

Quicksilver

Posted on February 11, 2011 by sputterpub

    When I was 50 I concluded that I was on extra credit time. That was the year Danny graduated from high school and left home. The nest was empty except for me and the elderly dog (who would continue … Continue reading →

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S.I.R.

Posted on February 10, 2011 by sputterpub

 When I was 21 I got to experience perverse sexual jealousy. Nick’s band (not a serious band, but able then to pick up occasional gigs at high school dances and small venues) had a series of performances at the S.I.R. … Continue reading →

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Symptoms

Posted on February 9, 2011 by sputterpub

 When I was 43 I developed an eye twitch. It was a right eye problem, and the jumpy muscle was in the upper outside lid. It was an irregular irregularity, not occurring often and probably seldom noticed by others, but … Continue reading →

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Post College Tour

Posted on February 8, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 21 I went to Israel. I didn’t really mean to go, and I never meant to stay so long, but that’s how it is sometimes, especially right after college. I was traveling on a strict budget … Continue reading →

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Footlocker

Posted on February 7, 2011 by sputterpub

   When I was 17 my father gave me his footlocker. I’ve treasured it ever since. I took it with me to college, where it occasionally contained contraband but usually just my stuff. I stored it with my folks that year … Continue reading →

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Yasmin

Posted on February 4, 2011 by sputterpub

    When I was 60 (November 2010), I got to see a little of Egypt. It was part of a Holy Land cruise, and I’ll admit that the Cairo stop was the big draw for me on the itinerary and, … Continue reading →

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Brick Pathology

Posted on February 3, 2011 by sputterpub

     When I was 55, I took a bad fall. I lived in the cottage in North Berkeley then, and the house hunkered down on the banks of Codornices Creek, so it was lower than the sidewalk. The path from … Continue reading →

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Smoke Detector

Posted on February 2, 2011 by sputterpub

     When I was 57, shortly after I moved into my small space in Berkeley, I fired up a smoke in the little shed/office across the deck from the one-room cottage. I won’t spend words defending that action; the smoke … Continue reading →

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Coming Out

Posted on February 1, 2011 by sputterpub

  When I was 45, I had to declare my sexual orientation to my dinner companion. It was a weeknight and I’d just had a delicious meal and satisfying conversation with an accountant who’d become a friend and colleague, and we … Continue reading →

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