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A Cup of Dirt
The year is 2094. I am 115 years old. I’m about to permanently move to Gertabon, the lower orbit community...
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Choices (Thoughts On Aging, Part III)
Note: This marks my last blog from Oxford. Next week I’ll be moving into my new home in Washington. This...
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A Still Verdictless Life (Thoughts On Aging, Part II)
This week is the second in a series of essays about growing older. Sometimes friendships are very frustrating for me....
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A Different Man (Thoughts on Aging, Part I)
This week marks the first in a series of essays about growing older. Everyone who knows me knows I enjoy...
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Grab A Frosty And Come Back To Bed
One of my least favorite parts of the day is when I find my stomach growling at midnight, dreaming of...
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Random Ramblings I
How can something like yellowcake wind up in the hands of a stranger? What about making a new song altogether?...
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My Cat Wants To Be A FreeMason
I was driving into town one recent afternoon, a hot and sticky day in Taylor. My tires would surely melt...