Just a lazy Ziggy, got an old branch to chew Wadin in the creek, nothin better to do Dragonflies driftin over sparklin waves Catfish lyin doggo in their bankside caves Just a lazy Ziggy in the summertime You can wade in with me if you don’t mind the slime Tadpoles lip my toes, horseflies bug […]
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I once helped build a cabin on the side of a 10,500 foot mountain. The only power tool we used was a 10” circular saw powered by a small generator. We cut the trench for the foundation footing out of the granite mountain side with picks, sledges, and a big cold chisel named Steely Dan
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The first time Benny Goodman heard Bix Beiderbecke play cornet, he recalled, he wondered, “My God, what planet, what galaxy, did this guy come from?” (Skretvedt). Listening to him throughout my life, I’ve had the same feeling. So did hundreds of musicians who heard Bix during his short lifetime, and so have thousands of listeners
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Alec Bobedash, the great Nagurski’sblocking guard, stands at the sternbent to raise the outboard motorover the sandy bottom ferns.The channel widens, bottom fallsaway. In northern morning hazethe slow prow slides risingonto Shishebogema, lake of many bays.Then the long run over the deepcenter, the outboard motor cut,the shore pines faint through the mist,Bobedash testing the anchor
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A sophomore in high school, I got my first job at a second-hand bookstore a few blocks west of the Northwestern University campus. I mainly dusted and straightened the innumerable old books of all sorts, took in money and made change, and cleaned up the place on Saturday mornings. That last task was the vital
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And Screw the Mountain, He Said, I Wants a Lake Shore – by Autumn Noelle Hall so this is me laying you out, old friend like an almost smile on that Lake Shore eyes squinchy-closed guitar hands folded so’s you looks like you’s listening to glistening riffs of jazz just-sailing off a river of moonlit
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