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Listen, I'm a villain, sure, I've done a few bad things Killed pizza guys I should've tipped, Gave girls exploding rings. I'...

I've been watching The Mickey Mouse Club for the last couple of days, having stumbled on two six-hour tapes of half-hour editions of the...

I knew at the time it happened that this was unusual, but as it recedes into the past, I still can't help being impressed at the sheer u...

One year, early on in our time here, I took Sarah trick-or-treating through the neighborhood. A block from our house, almost parallel with i...

"You don't need an invisible god threatening you with Hell to live a moral life." I said on a social network. "You only h...

It's not that I hate to mow the lawn. I do. But I also think it's better to let the stuff grow. We have all this heat, and it was dr...

The day is best started in the company of a dog, preferably Murray, who meets the world with fortitude and humor. Be like the dog. Sniff thi...

  Comforted by bed, blankets, and morphine, He dreams of ninety-eight years. From cabins to tents to farms to town, Mastering piano as a per...

All right, then. I'm bringing you back from the ceramic cup for a special job. You came to us fresh, clean, and ready to work. I remembe...

Oh, so how's it going, with the cleaning up of the box room and all that? Well, when Kathryn left here and went home, she'd cleaned ...

Before he had a chance to spend much time asking for it, I got my inattentive self together and took Murray toward the door for the day'...

 Poking diligently through various boxes and containers, and not getting in deep, but tossing and reboxing. I bought a flat of 15 folding bo...

 Off she goes. The first sibling to visit us here is headed back to the UP of MI, leaving our house better than she found it. By request! I ...

 Way back in time, there were the Memento Mori guys, with their trademark skull-on-a-stick and socko refrain "Remember, you will die....

It was a fine day. Then the wind started blowing. Then the wind was white. .

Each unique design Smashed unseen by my wipers.  Tough night for snowflakes.  .

 The piece of music that did more than any other to make me a Classical Head instead of a Rock Head (though I play both as well as I can) ...

Photo by Baron Dave, 2005. I had hands then, too! Taken at Minicon. S o much of the time I spend learning a piece now appears, in the cold l...

 A thing about piano playing is that, much like the Earth and everything on it, the sound is constantly dying. When you hear a piano player,...

Pino rose reluctantly from dreams of magic. His joints seemed to creak, and he remembered the amazing year in which he was born, fresh, a wo...