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The Private Thoughts of G.I. Joe
Joe stood against the wall, right where the boss-lady wanted him. Usually, the retired Jarhead worked in the other room, but since the boss-man wasn’t around, the boss-lady commandeered his services. Anyone that knew Joe, knew what he was about, that security was his thing and that there was no one tougher than he was…
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Fallen Eagle Feather
I took two more photographs before realizing it happened. Everyone had gone quiet, no more drum beats, no sing-song. An Eagle feather is dislodged – has fallen to earth. It lay at the feet of a Cherokee elder as he danced the circle. Grandfather tries once, twice, three, four, a fifth time. His old bones…
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Alphabet Dreams
had too much to dream last night composite people, day, night couldn’t run, feet stuck, playa mud running scissors, matches light saw screwdriver hammered spelling from alphabet soup busy, confused, understand fell from boat, water all ‘round dry-docked and swimming in sand no life jacket, but Mae West boobs reading the alphabet cereal oh yeah,…
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The Cure for Common Americanism
It wasn’t to long ago that I caught holy hell for suggesting that ‘Progressivism,’ is a mental health disease. Now, the table’s turned as a group of scientists from Tulsa, Oklahoma and Bonn, Germany have come up with a medicinal cure for xenophobia. Xenophobia is simply defined as a dislike or fear of people from other…
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Harry Reid in Another Corruption Case
Former Nevada Senator Harry Reid is like a gift that keeps on giving. I mean – well I thought – the next time I wrote anything meaningful about him, it would be his obituary. Federal court documents show that in November 2011, New Jersey Democratic Senator Robert Menendez got Reid’s help in pressuring the Centers…
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Remembering the People’s Princess
It was about this time 20-years ago that my wife awoke me so I could get ready for my overnight shift at KOZZ. When she did, she also told me that Princess Diana had been killed in a car crash. At midnight September 1, I went on air, and all through the morning I gave…
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Three-times ‘Round
The trio had been together since primary school in Ontario, Canada until Jorda decided to get her green card and move to Northern California. And finally, after two and a half years of being apart, Colleen and Theresa were going to visit her. Once united, the three young women planned to drive to San Diego…
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Missing the Social Media Mark
Recently I posted a comment to the Daily Triplicate under a photo they had posted to their FB page that was of a blaze in Lolo, Montana and not of Brookings as some folks were claiming. It should have been a secondary item as the Shaker Church in Smith River had jus’ burned down earlier…
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The Veteran and the Protester
Having survived his drunken attempt to get a whore he only knew by sight to marry him, Cheese decided to drag Mack downtown to see the American Legion parade. It was a nice walk for a hot Saturday morning as the pair made their way from the Jungle to Main Street, where all the action…
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What Day is It, Really?
“Why are you getting dressed for work?” I asked Mary after she got out of the shower. She gave me a puzzled look, “Because I have to go in and open the store.” “On a Sunday?” I asked with some concern in my voice, adding, “Since when did you make that change?” “Tom,” my wife…