A Bridge on Serenity Street

 

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One Man Hat On Project

Sixty eight years ago, Doc Zilla bought a Stetson. Doc died thirty five years ago. He passed the Stetson on to my father who immediately passed it on...
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Hat in Hand at the Hatter's

With visual vocabulary firmly in place and with destiny drawing closer to revelation, I made an appointment to meet the Master Hatter. Lynn and I...
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Leo's Weird.....The Hatter's Tale

Size matters. The hat was too big. "Whoa, Leo's got a big head" I observed. "Why don't you try Richard Gere's hat from Chicago. That one's on the...
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Story of the week

Don't I Look Like Myself?

By the time that the Master Hatter had finished describing the weirdness of Leo, I had already decided that I wanted the hat. I didn't want Leo's hat...
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Blind Spot

Even though we are licensed drivers in New York, in order to get a driver's license in North Carolina, we had to take a test on road signs and get...
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Fiction is the New Truth

Fiction is the new truth. I'm pretending to be a writer. I'm also pretending to be the narrator in an ongoing story in which I am pretending to be...
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An Extra Step

Now that I carry a Fitbit in my pocket, I look for excuses to get in extra steps. Yesterday I was extra stepping in a nearby plaza. I walked past K...
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One Morning at Deer Lake

I read his auto-biography, The Greatest. Towards the ending of his book, Ali invited anyone who had read the book that far to come and visit him at...
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Before and After Deer Lake Part Two

Remember those primitive days of photography before digital, when Kodak was king? Kodak was clearly the driving engine of my hometown, Rochester New...
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Before and After Deer Lake Part three

Slides. Remember slides? You'd throw your slides into a Kodak Carousel and voila...a slide show up against the wall. Needless to say I threw quite a...
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Ali, Frazier, Chuvalo and Evelyn

Now that I'm older and aware of clay feet, I am much more selective about my idols. Here's a story of three of them in one room at one time. Once again, you've seen the trailers.....here's the movie.

Burnt Cork Beards

True, I was only a child as well as an only child when the pictures were taken. If anyone still has a copy.....please set it afire. Better yet, I...
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Five Minutes and Fifty Years Ago on Women

what men wanted in women fifty years ago. I was a man back then. Men liked long, straight hair, exposed legs, stockings, mini-skirts and boots...

Old Man Deridda

I have writer's block until I sit down to write. I write right here. I don't sit in wistful park with a sketch pad, long fingers and beatific aura. I...
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On the Way to Dresden

Because of the rat mask Feeding on his filthy face Orwell walked right past the panther Devouring raw mystery meat And never noticed, in the next...
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Our Backyard

Matter is indestructible. If I went back to my old backyard and dug it up, I would find Daddio. Daddio is plastic so Daddio didn’t decompose. He’s...
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Mike Can Draw

Some stories are so lovely that I hesitate to write them. Some legends are so fragile and delicate that I'm reluctant to reveal them. Here's a lovely...
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