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    Tunnel Vision

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    Frequently now Tim is returning to a habit of going out and walking some around downtown midday during the work day, and I try to join him. It is nice to just go out and breathe some fresh air and move your arms and legs, and it is nice to see what is going...

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    The Book and the Bill

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    When I was consolidating containers on Sunday, in one of them were a few books that had been passed to me from my folks. One of those items was a book that had been passed to them from my dad’s aunt, Ruth Welton. It was a nice old hardbound volume, so I picked it...

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    To Fly, You Must Leave the Ground

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    When my dad graduated from his drafting program at Oklahoma State back in the day, he wasn’t sure where he was gonna end up. He figured it would probably drawing stuff for an oil company since that was a hot regional thing. It turns out the Space Race found him when a recruiting team...

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    Good Morning from El Malpais

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    The desire for a day trip hit me on Saturday afternoon, so after considering a few options, it was a good time to go to El Malpais, the lava field “badlands” west of Grants, New Mexico. The big caveat for me was going to be there, but being there at some nice vantage point...

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    Quiet Saturday

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    This morning I slept in a bit and early on had a desire to jump in the truck and drive somewhere pretty. I ended up doing bills this morning and thinking about potential destinations before I ended up talking to my folks, and then meeting them for lunch at the Quarters for some barbecue...

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    The Pertinence of Potok

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    I was thinking tonight about Chaim Potok’s “The Chosen”, and “My Name is Asher Lev”, and about a few others of his books really. I was thinking about them because it is no secret that I’ve loved his books, and return to them every decade, it seems, in waves. They contain something deeply inward,...

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    The Mall of Fates

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    When he got off of the transport- an interstellar 10-speed that was an exact replica of the one he had loved to ride all around Indianapolis before it happened- an attendant in a white suit with a green tie met him visually, nodded, reached out for the bike, and pointed at the 20 pairs...

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    Tick Tock

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    The Cubs beat the Reds tonight 7-5 for their second straight win and I fell asleep on the small couch in front of the electronic cinema for the second and third half-innings of the game. It felt like I slept hard and I was disoriented for a few moments when I woke up, but...

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    The Audacious End of Arlen

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    It wasn’t surprising it ended like that. Arlen had always been intrigued by the unusual and the immense. Instead of pushing cars across the living room floor, as a child he would constantly practice leaping from the top of furniture. As a five-year old, he once came home basted in grease after he found...

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    Right Round

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    Sometimes in the middle of the workday, Tim and I take a walk. Sometimes we find a discarded office chair on a street corner by a quiet intersection. Sometimes magic happens. Sometimes. Sometimes the light never goes red. — Photo Credits: Tim Price

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    Reporting from Mother’s Day, USA

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    Today I didn’t write anything, and I didn’t cook anything. I did make coffee and I didn’t burn it. I did watch a video on an eagle that got its beak shot off by a hunter that had a prosthetic put on it to replace it. That was cool. My sister’s exchange student left...

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    Spades

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    Inside She draws the line While outside Everything is fine Run to the stairwell Run out the door What is the matter? Don’t you love me more? Inside She plays the game Outside It’s all the same Hand on her hip Heart on a cloud Here is your dinner Striving out loud Come sit...

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