The first time I ever smoked weed was in the fifth grade. We were on the annual class picnic at Sunnyside Park in Kansas City. It was a good, warm day in May. A small swimming pool stood at one corner of the park. About four of us followed a…
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I miss the struggle. We have finally, after years of work, achieved a level of comfort that I find disturbing. For a long time, it seemed that nothing we did, no matter how big we dreamed, how hard we worked, how far we reached, rewards were hard to come by.…
Leave a CommentNothing screams middle class like having an issue with your air conditioner. Listen to the sound of “air conditioner.” A thing that conditions air to our liking. When I was a kid, every year my dad would pull the behemoth window unit from the basement and insert it into the…
Leave a CommentThe garden is a universe all its own. The things that grow there mostly do so out of our sight. Just as farmers can’t spend all their time watching corn grow, so we can’t while our days away making sure the cucumbers keep their vines on track. Good gardeners are…
Leave a CommentWhile I sit around moaning about how much work I haven’t accomplished, I once in a while have to look back over the previous weeks and see what I have done. Without this inventory, a sort of accounting, I could very well get off track and into morose self-loathing. I…
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