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“You just stand right there and let me grab your meat.” The burly man said to me.

I couldn’t help it, there was a long, awkward silence as I thought of the phrasing the man had used. The 13 year old inside was only just held back from laughing out loud by my 45 year old, supposedly mature, self. Laughing at your butcher is probably the best way to get short-meated next season that I know of.


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One death. That’s all we get. No more, no less. As a young man I dreamed of dying in some dramatic fashion that would cause remembrances of me throughout history. As a middle aged man I cannot remember anyone who died for anything worth remembering. It is a shared experience, so much as any living thing is shared, which is to say nothing whatsoever is shared, is it?

Hot and Humid

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I'm okay with the weather right now. It seems like in the Midwest you have a built in subject of discussion no matter who you are, what your gender is, what your skin color is and who you like to keep company with at night; the weather. Perhaps it's the same all over? I do remember when I was a boy talking to my grandpa Clodi out in Illinois we always talked about the weather.

Heading out

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Why do I fish? Catching, cleaning and consuming meat myself is so passê, I could just get food at the grocery store and probably for a lot less than the effort of getting licensed, buying equipment, getting to the  fishin' hole and then spending countless hours waiting for that nibble... There is something both primitive and advanced about how I, and others, fish. Primitive, because, like I said, there really is no need to do this anymore, yet advanced because...well have you seen fishing equipment these days? A wonder of modern technology.

Summer time

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And I'm taking it easy! A nice song to listen to with a lemon flavored adult beverage while grilling or tossing washers or playing disk golf. I have been on a kick lately of buying songs from the early 80's, when I was just a wee lad and didn't have the money for such things as a tape recorder or tapes. I did have a radio, who didn't and doesn't even now? So I was inundated with songs and as I grew into my college years I became a huge 'Folk-head', born thirty years too late!

Death and Dying

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What is it about emotions that make them so difficult to deal with? Lately I have been pretty down. The last month saw some pretty good highs, but they tapered off into the flu and a cold and they leave me with the un-enviable summer months ahead of me. Hot, humid months with never ending work and no extra cash that can be squeezed out of them.

A long road

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Life is definitely not for the weak. If you are alive and reading this you have probably overcome more hardship and diversity than most people will ever know. There comes a point when there is no point to spreading the tales of woe and sorrow among your peers. One man's stolen wallet is another man's family dead in an accident, or so they say. I have not had any major trauma recently, just a lot of wallet sized events (that ironically do take a toll on what is in my wallet). Fatigue sets in and the first thing by necessity is almost always writing time and that is where I have been at.


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