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Mommy, You Hurted My Penis!

It happens. When a boy is three.

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And In The Interest of Making Memories

Or making words. It's the same thing these days.

Our No Family Holidays With Family policy is breaking new ground this Thanksgiving. I need to take a trip for book research. To smell the scents. And haunt the haunted places. And tease out sounds from almost 200 years ago. Or millennia ago.

I'll take what I can get.

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Meet Me at Catskill’s Magpie Bookshop This Saturday, October 18

If you or someone you know is in New York State's Hudson River Valley, please support Magpie Bookshop in Catskill. I'll be at Magpie this Saturday, October 18, from 2 - 3:30pm. Kristi Gibson, the owner, is even setting up a sheet so that I can show my Natchez Trace walk photos on a wall. We'll have wine and nibbles, and I'll give an unvarnished account of my Natchez Trace walk. (Because the blog posts were heavily varnished, people.)

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Haunted

Death took a walk with me. A haunted shore. Shell shards. Upended trees.

I teetered on the earth's rim. Held my love's hand. Bit windblown hair and embraced thundering water.

Life and Death merged on a strip of sand.

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It’s Another British Invasion!

In 2010, I was lucky to lead a team of 12 people to England for a Rotary Friendship Exchange. We spent two weeks in the Midlands, first in Peterborough, then in Northampton, and finally in Loughborough/Leicester.

For five nights, Alan and Margaret Bothamley hosted me, my travel partner Alison Dailey and Sam and Stella Hazel. Four strangers in their warm and welcoming home, where we devoured their food, emptied bottles of gin and partied every night, plastering everything with our colloquial American patois.
Their first question? "Are you and Alison a couple?"

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