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Mishka
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Mishka, if I recall his name right, was my grandmother Flora’s cousin, the first man, I ever saw walk with a cane. He was courtly, light-complexioned, and I believe he was a Hebrew teacher. There was the air of the scholar about him. And he wore a hat. It is all so strange that there […]
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“Sunshine”
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Before I write this blog, some recent news. In June, Pif Magazine (online), Derek Alger, editor, will publish an extensive interview with me. A local newspaper in Green Valley also interviewed me and that will appear later in June. I will keep you apprised. The reporter grew up on the East Coast, so we understood one another, […]
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A Lemmonade Twist
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Last night at the Vistoso Commerce loop exit on to Oracle Road, I stopped the car and put off the lights. Dozens of small fires crept down the ridges of the Catalinas. It seemed a fitting salute to the July Fourth Holiday several days away. This morning the gullies and ravines that lead down to […]
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There’s A Haze Along The Ridge
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There’s a haze along the ridge, Pusch Ridge, as they call it after an early settler of Oro Valley. Small plumes of smoke sully the slopes for a few miles like a sulphuric mountain acne. The heat of the day compounds all this, so that the light itself seems to have been smudged by an artist’s […]