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Living dangerously…
SPORTS STORIES FROM THE STEPS, SEASON 1, GAME 1, IDOLS & LIVING DANGEROUS: “…Heroes I wish I’d never met, but he ain’t naming names…”~Kenny Chesney~ “If this bus could talk” As I get older, I realize that a lot of… Continue reading
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Vol.1, Chronicle 37: Keys, 8/27/1984
KEYS, A 40 YEAR STORY OF MISS JULIE AND HER POOL BOY: Miss Julie gave me these keys for Christmas 2023. They used to work the locks of Maclellan Gymnasium on the UT-Chattanooga campus. Today, technology has rendered them useless… Continue reading
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Vol.1, Chronicle 31: Mirages
MIRAGES OF GRIEF, THE PRODIGAL, VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 31, STORIES FROM THE STEPS: Maya Angelou wrote, “I answer the heroic question ‘Death where is thy sting?’, with it is here in my heart & mind & memories.” I seem to… Continue reading
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Vol.1, Chronicle 30
(TOES, CREATION/EVOLUTION) SHALLOW THOUGHTS FROM THE DEEP END WITH MISS JULIE’S POOL BOY: Creationism & Evolution trace back to toes. Like the world’s 3 major religious entities all trace back to night time commando raider & 100 year old baby… Continue reading
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Father’s Day
VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 26, FATHER’S DAY 2024, ABSENT YET PRESENT: Sometimes I write, to paraphrase Maya Angelou, because it’s agony to bear an untold story in the soul or like today, I’m an empty penitent seeking a filling communion, seeking… Continue reading
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Vol.1, Chronicle 22: Spittin’ Truth
VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 22, SPITTIN’ TRUTH WITH RED: “The house don’t fall when the bones are good…” Maren Morris ~ “The Bones”~ These are my grandparents, little ones. This coming Sunday, May 26th, is the day they married in 1928… Continue reading
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Vol.1 Chronicle 16: April 19 at National
VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 16: APRIL 19TH AT NATIONAL. The memory page on the social media ramble reminds me that three years ago, I said goodbye to Mel, a Navy veteran I called friend at my town’s National Cemetery, that I… Continue reading
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Vol.1, Chronicle 15: Dash
VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 15, DASH: This weekend I received a text from one of the great cheerleaders* in my grand crusade of fingers poised over the typewriter keys to be the next great Southern writer like Faulkner, Capote, or O’Connor.… Continue reading
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Photo Interlude, Composition 8
MORNING WAKE UP CALL: I walked in this morning as the sun woke up & was reminded of a sign by a hospital elevator shaft from the last days of my father’s life. It read, “Have you said thank you… Continue reading
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Vol. 1, Chron. 10
VOLUME 1, CHRONICLE 10, GEOMETRY OF A MENSCH, let me tell you two a story from the steps: Today would’ve been my dad’s, your Great-granddad’s, 92nd birthday, it’s my 11th time without him & while he’s no longer present, he’s… Continue reading
Stories from the Steps 