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Day 100: End of the Line

- by Grey Fox

100 days. 50 bottles. And a typewriter. From those seemingly innocuous things arose these many words written to share with the rest of the world my little part of the national quarantine experience here in the supposed backwaters of flyover country. Despite the fact that I often complain, to just about anyone who will listen, about how hard the writing is and how exhausting and draining it can be constantly chasing down the words, I am proud of what I have here created.  Where once there was only an isolated emptiness, now there is something else that helps fill that space.  I unflinchingly stared down the worst that a global pandemic, and accompanying civil unrest, could throw at me and I fought that shit back with …

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Day 98: Lazy Recap Episode

- by Grey Fox

So here it is, one post away from crossing the finish line of a project originally intended to help me keep my grip upon an already tenuous sanity while facing the implications of both a global pandemic barreling down hard on the City of Wayne and the resulting state mandated isolation madness.  And let’s be honest here, that is what it really was, and not the less scary sounding “hunker in place” order that the state government and press were so very fond of using.   That, frankly, reminded me too much of the old “duck and cover” routines which were designed more to keep the nation calm, rather than to provide actual useful sheltering advice.  There was never any chance in hell that a pressed …

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Day 96: The Grind

- by Grey Fox

96 days. 42 posts. 41225 words and counting. Lots of tears and an almost embarrassing amount of whiskey went into the creation of these pages. And lots of beer.  And scotch.  And other convenient little helpers ingested just to temporarily ward off the loneliness and the echoing fears of a tomorrow unfairly promised and never quite arriving. There was also tear gas. And bullets, both peppered and rubber, fired at me in anger. And an almost insurmountable isolated isolation suffered for the sake of the common good. There was this pandemically mandated quarantine, locked down tight, here in this little flyover town. And finally, at last, the City of Wayne is opening itself back up, though in measured, impatiently hesitant steps. But, I’m not sure that …

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Day 94: Pandemic, Unplugged

- by Grey Fox

Most of my friends are struggling right now. Some are struggling with their currently decaying relationships.  Some are struggling with the pandemically unique challenges of raising their kids in a world constantly threatening to burn itself down with every changing news cycle.  Some are struggling with growing older in the twilight of their stories, often filled with late night regrets as they look back upon their experiences, sleeplessly reviewing the stubborn lists in their heads, marking opportunities missed and lamenting the paths never quite traveled. They have questions and problems and worries and they have hurt.  They are all looking for something better than what they have, though they often aren’t exactly sure what might be a more fitting replacement.  They are grinding dutifully ahead, some …

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Day 92: Tragical History Tour

- by Grey Fox

I was born into neither privilege, nor circumstance, and with very little fanfare.  That mild Indiana day at the front part of the 1970s just brought another end-of-war baby into the world, adding to the tally of an entirely different body count. It wasn’t necessarily a childhood of struggle, but then neither was it to be considered entirely comfortable.  It was the days of Blue Light Specials- and yes, they actually used a spinning blue siren style light- and things bought on the cheap because it was the only real way to get by. Coupons were cut and jealously hoarded until just the right sale.  Weird little books full of store issued stamps were diligently collected and carefully guarded until there was enough to exchange for …

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