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The Lines Are Open

On December 29, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn WritingLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, December 29, 2016, 12:02 p.m. I got nothing. This sentiment is all too familiar, as what few veteran readers there are of this space realize. It’s entirely possible that a few veteran readers have fallen by the wayside because of this troubling pattern of wandering blogs. As I have heard is …

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It Happens Every Winter

On December 24, 2016December 31, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn MusicLeave a comment

As I don’t have a heap of money – and it’s been a while – a limited number has constituted the recipients of my Christmas gifts this year. Therefore, I feel obliged at this time to do something modest to express my appreciation for what you’ve done for me this year. No telling how many …

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The Way I Write the Things I Write

On December 22, 2016December 22, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn WritingLeave a comment

  I have demonstrated my allegiance to fiction. At present, I am about seventy-five percent done with what will become my sixth novel. Three – Crazy of Natural Causes (2015), Forgive Us Our Trespasses (2016), and Cowboys Come Home (2016) -- have been published in the past two years. It appears likely that Don’t Ask, …

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Writing the Ages I’ve Been

On December 14, 2016December 14, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn WritingLeave a comment

Not too long ago, I stumbled across a quotation: The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the ages you have been. – Madeleine L’Engle. All I know about Ms. L’Engle besides that sentence is that she was an American novelist who was born in 1918 and died in 2007. That’s …

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Read My Books, Save Your Money, and Hope for the Best

On December 11, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn WritingLeave a comment

  Army beat Navy. Anything's possible. Sure, Donald Trump was there, and he shared the TV booth for a while, saying his usual nothings to Verne Lundquist and Gary Danielson. I'm trying my best to respect the office in spite of the man who will soon occupy it. I still have friends who think it's …

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Appeasement

On December 8, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

I awakened this morning, and my mind was alive. It was aliiiiiive. Like Frankenstein. Then I staggered into the living room, and before I even put on some coffee, took my meds, and answered the alarms in my innards, I grabbed a pen and a notepad and wrote "appeasement" before my racing mind left it …

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One Big Hullabaloo

On December 4, 2016December 4, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn WritingLeave a comment

In the 1960s and ‘70s, pop-music shows became popular on network TV. It was common for me to come home from a high school football game and, unable to sleep after either good or bad performances (mostly the latter), watch In Concert and The Midnight Special. In the ‘60s, a couple were on network TV. …

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It All Works in its Way

On December 2, 2016December 4, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

It’s probably a little aggravating to follow me on Twitter. My main account, @montedutton, covers a lot of territory because I cover a lot. Many of my followers are NASCAR fans. A reputation lingers after 20 years traversing the beat as a reporter and columnist. I still write a few columns each week from afar. …

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Moving Right Along

On November 30, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn WritingLeave a comment

Local sports are dying down, or at least the willingness of others to hire me to write about them, for now. The football teams have entered and exited the playoffs. Rain has returned to the Desert Southeast, and smoke from the mountains is at last on the wane. All I know to do is keep …

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The Rush of Danger

On November 29, 2016November 30, 2016 By wastedpilgrimIn BooksLeave a comment

The matter of whether Michael Carlson's The Age of Daredevils is fiction or non is unimportant. The tale of the men and women who tumbled fatefully over the Horseshoe Falls of Niagara and through the raging rapids thereabout is true. Carlson's knowledge is imposing and his research painstaking. The fiction in it is the thoughts …

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