Monthly Archives: January 2019

Inconvenience

There’s no convenient time for a rhinovirus or jury duty

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A Postage Stamp

I can’t remember when I last acquired a postage stamp. I used the Pitney Bowes the office leased, but now I’m near-retired, and rarely am I where the red ink flows. I paid my tax on property within the deadline, … Continue reading

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Old Cold Comfort

When I was young, I liked the dark and cold of winter and of midnight. I rebelled about the sun/moon symbolism told in classics, and I often felt compelled to ram my views against tradition’s wall. I thought I was … Continue reading

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