Category: Stories from My Life
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Franconia Ridge Loop
As per my last post, this is the hike we did on 8-17-13, the Franconia Ridge Loop in the White Mountains, New Hampshire. Because so many other websites have information on the hike, I won’t go into detail other than to post a few of the pictures I took. For information on the hike, click…
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Expectations II
This is the follow-up post to this post. I returned home a few hours ago with the usual post-vacation blues, which as far as I can surmise, are 100% unavoidable. I’ll get right to the meat. My expectations were not only met, but exceeded, as far as having a good time goes. We all had…
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Expectations
It’s Wednesday night as I write this, but I scheduled the post to be published Thursday night, while I’m out in the boondocks of New Hampshire in the White Mountains. I’m staying in a Dartmouth-owned cabin with my girlfriend and seven other friends from Thursday through Sunday. We have no set plans other than a…
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Memory Triggers: How to Remember To-Do’s
I used to forget the little things I was supposed to do, like taking my pre-made lunch to work or stopping by the store on my way home, so I devised an easy trick to remember them without having to set reminders in my phone or leave notes out (both of which work, but require…
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Lord of the Pigeons
I walk out of my office building at 11:17 to get a wrap at my favorite deli. It’s sunny and hot out. Lots of people on the sidewalk. I walk past a young girl waiting for the bus wearing a tight little sundress. She’s looking at me. I smile and keep walking. At her age,…
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Poems for Buddy and Rigs
Buddy When sunlight hits his golden coat, reflecting the divine, It makes me feel so fortunate to know that he is mine. I pause to soak in all the light reflecting off his coat, He looks into my eyes and sets my human heart afloat. He’s humble, shy, and caring and he shows it with…
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The Moments We Live For
Life is a series of moments laid out on a long, undulating film strip, each individual strip intersecting with those of others, sometimes merging, and although some people’s moments are in the same time and place, each perspective is unique. There are highs and lows where the focus is perfect and the details are crystal…
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My Grandfather in the Nuthouse
My grandfather had many flaws, which I won’t discuss, but he was easily the funniest person I’ve ever known. I loved him in spite of his flaws. As he neared the end of his time and his mind didn’t function as it should have, he would retell the same jokes often. Although I knew the…
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My First Earned Meal
My two best friends and I ripped along the rippled water at fifty miles-per-hour, trying to outrun the black mass a quarter mile to our left. Anyone familiar with Biscayne Bay or the surrounding ocean in South Florida has seen the wall before. It’s a dark gray wall beneath a thunderhead, a distinct wall of…
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My First Almost Kiss
I went to a private middle school in Coral Gables, FL, so obviously there were a ton of Jews. In 7th grade I was invited to over 27 thousand bar mitzvahs. They were a lot of fun, and thinking back, I’m sure they were even more fun for the parents because they were all drunk.…