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Author: Patrick Dobson

Dr. Patrick Dobson is a work in progress until his termination. In the meantime, He is a writer, scholar, postman, and college professor living in Kansas City, MO.

The University of Nebraska Press published his travel memoirs, Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer in 2015 and Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains in 2009. Canoeing the Great Plains won the 2016 High Plains Book Award in Creative Nonfiction and the Thorpe Menn Literary Excellence Award. His essays and poems have been published in New Letters, daCunha, Kansas City Star, Garo, Wood Coin, and JONAHmagazine, and others.

Dobson earned a doctorate in American History and Literature at the University of Missouri-Kansas City in 2013. He has edited books, taught journalism, and been a union ironworker. He now teaches American History, Modern Latin American History, and Western Civilization at Johnson County Community College in Overland Park, KS.

He looks forward to hearing from you soon.

Westside gentrification: An old man withers

When Joseph Schumpeter coined the phrase “creative destruction” when referring to capitalism in 1942, he suggested that the mechanisms that constantly revolutionize economic and social processes would eventually lead to the destruction of the capitalist system. While we wait, the technological and productivity processes of capitalism, create at every turn winners and losers. Schumpeter believed to some extent in Marx and Engels criticism of the capitalist class “constant revolutionizing of production [and] uninterrupted disturbance of all social conditions.”

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When irrelevance comes to town

The drive took me into a world I hadn’t witnessed in almost a year and a half. I poked around the neighborhood, took a tour of downtown, and visited the scenes of memories I hadn’t thought about in years. The whole, wonder at a world in transformation pervaded my furiously working mind.

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A work in progress until termination

Sydney says that this picture of us together is her favorite. And, boy, I think it’s pretty good (of her, in particular). This is from several years ago. I don’t remember the circumstance or what we were celebrating, if anything at all. But it’s just like Syd to step aside and say, “Let’s take a picture.” I have a feeling this was one of those moments.

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McCormac, Darwin, and cerebrospinal fluid

Since taking a job walking for a living, I have come to understand in even greater nuance the beauties of being outside. I deliver the mail, and that’s a good enough job in itself. It’s a hard job, extremely physical. Rigors increase with changes in weather. Seventeen miles of mail on a sunny day when the temperature is 65 degrees becomes a different beast when it’s raining, 99 or 9 or -9, cloudy, and snowy.

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