Eternity Ringing in my Ears

My 1967 Ford pickup truck was home. It took some practice to get the kinks out. Simplicity was the key. When I got the truck it had a V-8 and when I finished it had an inline 6 cylinder 240 cubic inch motor. Matched weighted forged pistons, steel timing gears, special camshaft profile, roller rockers, […]

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Yes, I’m the Great Pretender

Who are you kidding? Delusion abounds in this the age of information. We are deluded and misdirected in this ever increasingly complex civilization we have been born into. I try to understand economics. I read about the nuclear disaster at Fukushima. I listen to commentary on the radio. One friend is angry at labor unions. […]

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Testosterone is King… King of Dreams

Testosterone gathered for coffee at an outdoor café. There were four of us. One married, another cohabitating, another just back from the frontlines of new love, and a fourth sidelined for the moment. It was a good afternoon for testosterone. Each carrier of this potent point of view gave their individualized perspective of how they […]

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Really Loving You Now

Into the breech of our life comes the sight of the other we might chance to love. It comes out of the blue. They enter the room and you look and it’s decided right then. Not for all of us. Some of us sneak up on it. We go to school with them, work with […]

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A Day at the Beach

Madness it seems is not always confined to a mere individual. The whole lot of us can be convinced to run right off a cliff. We seem to be capable of collective irrationality. If I didn’t have an understanding of yoga, the game of paintball, or solitaire I might look with virgin like eyes and […]

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Forces to Reckon With

I think I am civilized. Finally I have crossed some threshold and arrived. I never much enjoyed being barbaric. My brutish phase has ended. In my twenties I had a temper. I could get so excited I couldn’t remember what I had become so excited about. Regardless I could stay mad for hours even if […]

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The Fine Art of Skinny Dipping

Magic is lost on youth. Everything is possible at the start. It requires some aging to realize we are not able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Of course later if you know what you’re doing this isn’t out of the realm of possibility. Now the first time I stumbled upon a waterhole where […]

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