Day 100: End of the Line

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 96: The Grind

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

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

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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Day 90: Cha…cha…changes

I spent the majority of my free weekend hours exploring a hesitant world opening itself back up in predictably predefined percentages here in this City of Wayne, visiting places once so familiar, but now feeling so indefinably foreign to me.  Places that seem to hold only the shadows of former intimate strangers and their hesitantly hushed whispers of judgements passed with each new round bought and each door reopened. Those places have remained outwardly the same, but tragically changed inwardly from the unspecified makeover repercussions of a forced pandemically inspired isolation.  This little flyover town has become somehow smaller and less inviting, leaving timidity and caution behind to whore themselves out reservedly towards temporary economic lifelines and the capitalistic dancing performed to the steps designated by …

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