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Urban jungle

Do you know where you fit on the highway food chain? Were you even aware it exists? My father always used to joke about New England drivers, saying “when you’re on Rt 128, making eye contact is a sign of weakness. They’ll have you for lunch.” I think I’ve written about this before, but I’m not sure I’ve properly accounted for my place in the traffic circle…
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Losing count of the strikes

Cheryl already thinks I’m crazy. Who doesn’t by now? Get in line. The latest chapter in “I haven’t got a clue how your mind works” is my desire to get a case for my iPhone. Sounds pretty reasonable, right? Oh, all right, I’ll admit I’ve already got a case I love. But I only love it sometimes. It’s perfect when I’m at home, when I just want to…
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Let's hear it for the mail

A few amusing things came in the mail this morning (the last week really… we haven’t been checking for a while). The first was actually a stack of things: a whole mess of “this is not a bill” from our auto insurance company. They don’t want anything from us now, they just want to remind us they’ve been billed for another ten grand from various providers, and…
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Not stopping

I don’t get out much so I don’t know what much of America is like, but much of Florida is paved over with sub-divisions. I suppose it’s pretty similar to a lot of other places, considering it was colonized right around the same time much of America was suffering the blight that came to be known as “the post-war baby boom.” Coincidentally, Florida was largely…
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Your mouth doesn't get mulligans

In between hearings the Judge said he worried about the future of our country (referring to the election), adding, “I don’t know how long the top thirty percent can continue to support the other seventy.” I replied (with a mischievous smile), “well speaking for the seventy percent: we thank you.” That didn’t earn me any points. And because I seem to like really…
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Drawing a blank

I had no reply for two things said yesterday: “I don’t know how to ride the bus.” “I didn’t have any money and I didn’t know what else to do so I put a little Crazy Glue on my cap and stuck it back in my mouth.” No, it wasn’t the same person. One person was trying so hard to rationalize his loutish behavior he was reduced to spouting absurdities, the…
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