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While I Breathe, I Hope

On February 29, 2020 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, February 29, 2020, 11:54 a.m. Life is fatal for everyone. I have reached the age where I am one germ away from disaster. I suppose this is somewhat true for everyone, but more of a worry as people age. As such, I am wary but unafraid. The so-called coronavirus is not a …

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United in Division

On January 21, 2020 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, January 21, 2020, 8:54 a.m. MLK Day to the beginning of impeachment is quite a transition. For the record, baby, it’s cold outside. Do you feel great again? I think I’ll read the Constitution again. I’m kidding. I’m going to edit wrestling results. Laurens City Council meets. I think it’s going …

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This Life I Have Found

On January 9, 2020 By wastedpilgrimIn Life1 Comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, January 9, 2020, 10:59 a.m. For some reason, I make big decisions quickly. I think it through, sleep on it, get up thoughtful, and decide what I want to do. What I agonize over is small decisions. Deciding what I’m in the mood for at dinner – I never heard it …

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The Overlooked Crisis Is within Us

On January 1, 2020January 1, 2020 By wastedpilgrimIn WritingLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, January 1, 2020, 8:48 a.m. Most mornings I awaken thoughtful. This is, in part, because there is no sports on TV yet. I’ve thought about capitalism a lot lately, but it’s not really capitalism because I don’t completely mean the economic angle, and, I think, to be accurate, there is no …

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A Weary Saturday with Ballgames on

On November 2, 2019November 2, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, November 2, 3:50 p.m. I don’t get out much. The last time I spent a night in a motel room was in March. My road trips are to places like Piedmont (twice!), Simpsonville, and Greer, where the Piedmont Municipal Power Agency resides. A commute to Greenville after four hours’ sleep is …

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Writers Need Love, Too

On October 23, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, October 23, 2019, 9:22 a.m. It’s going to be one of those days, crashing down on another one like white water over rocks. Seldom is it good when one notices that the answering machine is beeping at the crack of dawn. I seldom was called a moron before Trump got elected …

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Monday Morning Coming Down

On October 21, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Monday, October 21, 2019, 12:57 p.m. Let’s just say I’ve been in a pensive mood since I got home from Greenville Saturday. It was windy and rainy enough at Furman for me to feel cold all night, and the football game was even colder. By this morning, I was down to one …

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Suddenly a Song

On July 2, 2019July 2, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn MusicLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, July 2, 2019, 11:20 a.m. For about a month now, I’ve thought that next year, when I vote for the first time, it will also be the first time I walk into a poll unsure of my choice. The more I think about, this is natural. It’s likely that if I …

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Taking It All with a Pound of Salt

On June 20, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, June 20, 2019, 10:47 a.m. Advertising has never been particularly important to me. I’ve spent most of my life working for newspapers, but I have my own small role in their decline. I’ve never paid any attention to the ads. Apparently, I was not alone. In a very small way, I …

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Up the Down Staircase

On June 4, 2019 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, June 4, 2019, 11:07 a.m. I am, under normal circumstances, annoyingly punctual, a legacy of my grandmother and my football coach. Most of my acquaintances are fashionably late. Many are the times I get antsy, complete my work in a hurry and go somewhere 45 minutes early. It makes me frantic …

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