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  • To Harry

    Dear Harry: I cannot commit to you if you continue to hide, like the Klingons, behind a cloaking device. You allude to a possible connection we may have had years ago — or perhaps not. Choose to read my blog or not, that’s up to you; write comments if you want — I can’t protect […]

  • Four Phone Calls on Monday Morning

    These calls were long distance to persons I have never met in person — strangers who came into my life and had the capacity to shit on it. I told one I didn’t appreciate a letter threatening that a lien would be served on me if I could not pay –clearly a preemptive strike just […]

  • I Wish Tomorrow Was Over With, But That Is Cheating

    Combine Apocalytpo, Gibson’s continuing fascination with sadism and the Coen brothers A Serious Man , into a mortar and pestle and grind vigorously and you may have a taste of what I thought I had passed through when a glimmer of good news came through. However, tomorrow is the day in which I am finally […]

  • I Really Don’t Want to Write Anything

    Of late because of external problems exploding into our home, I have to deal, once again, with fear. The fear is grounded, of course, about an expenditure of money that I do not have. However, internally I feel that the old, often ancient measures I used to deal with fear are in place once again. […]