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    October 10, 2011

    To Cup a Hummingbird

    When I was a boy growing up in Chicago, there was so much about the city that I loved, and I guess one of the best things was all of the parks, the city parks. It seems the city had parks wherever you turned, and they were all named after presidents. Where I grew up there was Jackson Park. Jackson Park was a big, and it kind of went along the lake, it was also by my grade school, and near a museum or two. I was …

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    May 15, 2011

    The sequel

    So, a guy walks into a bar. Have you heard this one? A guy walks into a bar and he sits down at his favorite stool and all seems well. It’s a Friday night and the joint is jumping. No kidding the place is packed. When you walk into this bar, you go past the podium, which is usually not used in the manner that it might be. No matter the size of the crowd, people file in past the podium and get to this wall. …

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    March 22, 2011

    My wife to be

    I met my future wife tonight, in Rockport, at a bar. There are a number of things that are funny about this. The first is that when this bar first opened, I guess early this last summer, I wasn’t really into the place at all. It seemed it was too popular. It seemed to me there were too many people there and it was too noisy. I mean the place was nice enough, but I’m a bit of a stickler when it comes to choosing …

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    January 28, 2011

    OK, so I’m an addict

    I’ll confess to you a problem. OK, most of us do confess our problems, to a priest, to a friend, but not in print. I’m out there. I’m confessing to you all. It’s not Attention Deficit Disorder, though it could be. It’s not my low birth weight, though it could be. It could be a myriad of things that have led to this, but pure and simple, I’m an addict. And if you’ve been reading my words, my tales, my stories, …

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    December 14, 2010

    At the Center

    My friends are asking me these days, am I writing much? I usually have a moments pause where I then say, no, not really, I wish I were. Sometimes the person asking the question is a writer. It then occurs to me how many writers are here in our midst. Many, many it seems. And not just your average writers, but writers with the greatest acclaim. Writers who could hardly be more successful if they tried. I could …

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    October 26, 2010

    A Taxi Ride for Taxiing

    I used to own a taxi business in Camden, a few of my friends from the old days know that. It was actually the first thing I did when I got to town. To be honest, I kind of liked it. I got to learn my way around the area, a place I didn’t know at all and that was to become my home. In general — besides those who had car problems — you’d meet two kinds of people, those who had money, and those who didn’t. Folks …

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    September 10, 2010

    Winning is Losing

    I still want to dive in. I always want to try. That’s a lie. I’ve never wanted to try anything. Because I just didn’t want to fail, and for me, the best way not to fail was not to try at all. I never tried anything. Should I make the hugest funny list of the things never done? Maybe I should try that? Never tried to use a screwdriver or a hammer. Never tried to design clothes, or cut hair, even though …

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    August 4, 2010

    On the way to ‘Robin and the Seven Hoods’

    I grew up in Chicago, on the Southside. For some people who know Chicago at all, just hearing that or saying “the Southside” brings up fear: parts of the Southside were considered tough. For people like me, being from the Southside of Chicago was a point of pride. I was born and raised there. I guess it was in my blood. Some of the fear that folks had came from knowing there were ghettos on the Southside, and …

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    July 7, 2010

    I have my father’s creel

    I have my father’s creel. He never took me fishing. I have my father’s creel. He had my awe for real. He was a man of power and means, he was a man with style and class. He shopped on Jermyn Street in London, had his shoes and shirts made there. He loved going to Rules. He was a romantic, something only my mother really knew, at least from the time they got married. In truth, I think in his early days my …

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    July 7, 2010

    The Sunday after David’s farewell

    Last month, J.K. Grodzins paid tribute to his friend in “A Song for David.” In this piece, he reflects on David’s farewell. Of course I wanted to go to David’s party. The party remembering and saying goodbye to David. I went with Svea. We had a great drive up there. If I hadn’t been with her I would have gotten lost on my way to Montville even with a gazetteer in my lap, but as it was she knew exactly where …

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