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The Best Lemmonade I’ve Ever Had, For Sure
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Note to the reader: The memoir on Mt. Lemmon was written about 5 years ago; I have been revising it as I go along, here on this blog. Hot again. One area in the Catalina State Park which runs parallel to Oracle Road issues heavy dirigibles of smoke, bulging up, in slow escalator motions into […]
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A Continuation
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The expulsion of fire, smoke, cinder and ash on Mt. Lemmon parallels my own outbreaks – – wonderment, awe, bewilderment, sorrow, despair, depression, tainted hope, jaundice, and gloom. I am unAmerican to the bone. I’ve come to Oro Valley in Arizona not to retire but to live and to die. I had no idea I […]
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Is There Any More Lemmonade Left?
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It’s 7:22, Arizona time, and I’m sitting at poolside, four or five rabbits are short-sprinting on the lawn; night draws nigh. It is dusk, my favorite time. It is the lull all humans need if they are dimly awake — and aware. The heat of the day is fleeing, a soothing breeze crosses my face, […]
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I Never Put Earl in My Car: Another Glass of Lemmonade, Please
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We’ve decided to stay indoors given the extraordinary temps outside. This morning i made arrangements for a consultation about a bladder obstruction caused by an enlarged prostate. It’s set for next week and I feel the anxiety fill me like a balloon blowing up. For nine years I’ve watched that PSA count diligently, been biopsied […]