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A Selfie Portrait

On June 14, 2015June 14, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

This morning I started fooling around with this laptop -- okay, this is a tablet linked to a keyboard -- and I started tinkering with the Fresh Paint app that came with it. As you may know, sometime in 2014, I started drawing simple sketches to illustrated my short stories here and the blogs at …

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The Writing Will Find You

On June 3, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be writers. If it’s in them, it will come out, but there’s no reason to encourage it. Don’t recommend it, for God’s sake. Personally, I only think of writing once a day. Every day. All day long. I usually watch TV and read at night. Once I …

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A Different Kind of Racing Book

On May 23, 2015May 23, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn BooksLeave a comment

Motorsports and American Culture: From Demolition Derbies to NASCAR, Edited Mark D. Howell and John D. Miller (Lanham, Maryland: Rowman & Littlefield) I’d never heard of this book until a copy of it was given me by my friend John Edwin Mason, who, in addition to teaching African history and the history of photography at …

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My Guy Dave

On May 21, 2015May 21, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn LifeLeave a comment

I’m sentimental at times. In 1983, when my baseball hero, Carl Yastrzemski, said farewell to Boston and trotted around the perimeter of the Fenway Park field shaking hands, I cried when I watched the video. I never felt more stupid. It was a highlights video of Yaz’s career, and I didn’t expect to cry. Watching …

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One of My Daddy’s Days

On May 20, 2015May 20, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn HumorLeave a comment

  This was a Daddy Day, which is not to say I am one. It is a subset of what my late father called “one of them Dutton deals.” To me, a Daddy’s Day is one in which very little gets done. My father, who died nearly 22 years ago, could waste a day as …

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Them Ain’t Got No Coffee Blues

On May 8, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn Humor1 Comment

Supposedly drugs do not really make a person creative. They merely make him think he is creative. On the other hand, supposedly, image is reality. I don’t feel creative this morning. I feel listless. I feel dull. I need drugs. The drug is caffeine. I didn’t realize I was addicted to coffee until the apparatus …

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The Smart Kid

On April 23, 2015April 23, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

              This is sort of a “Man Bites Dog” story, or, perhaps, “Girl Bites God.” Macy McMahon awakened before the alarm went off, as per the usual. She turned it off, got up, rubbed her eyes, gathered her wits, and strode down the hall, where she knocked on the door and yelled, “Rise and shine!” …

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The Inevitable Descent

On April 17, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

Here's the full short story previously posted in four segments. I hope you enjoy it. 1.THE FEELING BOTTOMS OUT The first observation of Clyde Barns on his birthday was that his Facebook timeline was crammed. Some just cut and pasted “Happy birthday,” some took the time to add his name, some attached cartoons with rabbits …

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Turn It Up

On April 14, 2015April 15, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn FictionLeave a comment

                This short story about changing times in a man’s life began with “The Feeling Bottoms Out.” The second episode was “The Mercy Killing.” Here’s the third. Clyde Barns was no regular at Henny’s Farm and Tractor, which was a sports bar occupying what once had been a Massey Ferguson dealership. For twenty years, most …

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The Feeling Bottoms Out

On April 8, 2015 By wastedpilgrimIn Fiction1 Comment

I didn’t plan on tumbling right back into another short story, but today really is my birthday. When my job was eliminated, it wasn’t on my birthday. Obviously, this is total fiction, and any similarity to actual events … you know the drill. The first observation of Clyde Barns on his birthday was that his …

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