I love days like this when the universe writes my stuff for me.
Would not be surprised to learn this is a day you when wish it would read it for you.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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The Sweep of the Second Hand
There's still bright sunshine and a warmth that lingers into the late afternoon (just not as late as it did a month ago), but the calend...
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I wrote this five years ago in an effort to make sense of the unfathomable horror of the darkest day on the calendar in my lifetime. It...
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My thug name is 'Willie the Whiner,' because of my non-stop lamentations about our weather, no matter what our weather is at any giv...
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You may not have yet started to notice, but the days are getting shorter--yes, I know, hot summer nights and all that, but since we've h...