“What the hell did you do?” my wife asked me. She gave me that look. I’ve heard that question enough times to know I messed up big time. It was our thirtieth wedding anniversary. I decided to do something different. My wife had never seen my naked face. So I decided to shave my beard […]
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Good day (Pikes Peak Library District pooh-bah), I’m Tom Preble, that guy with the Leaf electric car that had been plugging in on 1Kwh /120 volt trickle charge at your Falcon branch – High Prairie, whilst using the facility. First, do understand that I had asked permission for open-ended trickle charging. Permission had been granted
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The state of California finally did something sensible and tightened up its vaccination rules for school children. I’d like to believe that reason carried the day, but I suspect having a measles outbreak associated with Disneyland provided a financial incentive that was at least as powerful as the science. And as expected, the antivaxxers went
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The day out my window is drained of hue, washed grey with an arch of clouds carrying the embryo of a storm and a summons to the season that fills me with equal parts longing and grief. Cottonwoods bend and breathe deep and ragged under the wind’s insistent touch. I cannot help wondering what they are saying.
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Mr. Robertson glared at me. Beads of sweat rolled off of his shaved head. Some of them ran over the prison tats that decorated his temples. The arms of the swastika rippled as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. He wanted to argue with me. He wanted to challenge the statement I had just made.
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I got on my knees and leaned forward in my seat to get a better view. The teacher, a visitor from the high school, dropped the flaming sheet of notebook paper into the milk bottle and then placed the hardboiled egg on top. The paper flared briefly and then went out. But the egg slowly,
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