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Belize
This adventure started with a woman. Her name was Ann. It was 1983 and we had met at a neighborhood tavern where she worked as a bartender. She was young, mid twenties to my early thirties, pretty, dirty blonde hair and adventurous. We were a couple of months into a summer fling when she announced Continue reading
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The Kid
My daughter, Farrell, is a river rafting guide, her degree in film unused to this point but at least on the shelf. She grew up in Reston, Virginia and lived in various cities along the East Coast. She’s an artist of some accomplishment, her paintings are vivid and thematically sophisticated. She loves animals and Continue reading
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USA
On an unusually warm October day, shortly before the Pandemic sucked the fun out of everything, my friends and I were onboard a wine and food cruise headed from Alameda to San Francisco, a few miles away. Our boat, Cabernet Sauvignon, was the largest of the Commodore fleet with a capacity of 350. The Commodore Continue reading
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Back Alley
I arrived in Peoria in an eight year old 1958 Chevy, with absolutely no reverse, the day before classes were to start for my senior year at Peoria Central High School. It was only 200 miles from Madison, where I had grown up, but to my parochial and protected young mind it might have been Continue reading
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Fort Ord
I was recently watching a documentary on San Francisco Chinatown’s struggle to build housing in the early 1970’s including the politics of fear that was part of that era and I was reminded of an afternoon spent there in 1969 with several of my army buddies. At the time, I was training troops at Fort Continue reading
Michael O'Meara 