Day 98: Lazy Recap Episode

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 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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I Am Harboring a Fugitive

I am harboring a fugitive tonight and it is the weight of social consciousness weighing heavy upon my soul. I am scared. Everyone is scared. Hurtful and hateful things are being said everywhere, constructing emotional tinderboxes that are just waiting for that spark.  Insults and derogatory remarks are printed, posted, and shared in a seemingly ceaseless stampede of social notifications.  Tragedies are daily unfolding in our streets, streets that for so long have been insulated from the scourge of violent rioting and protest, but are now left burning and curtained in the choking veneer of tear gas clouds hanging low. Even here, in this little flyover City of Wayne, usually so conservatively polite and deeply steeped in hesitant Midwestern reserve, I was tear gassed and shot …

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Day 78: A Hug That Changed The World

After a long weekend of participating in the protests still surging strong here in the City of Wayne, I knew that yesterday it was time to be a somewhat responsible adult and to try and tackle some of my day job responsibilities.  I promised myself that if I accomplished that, then I would after treat myself and head to the north part of the city to hit that new pub that had recently opened.  That would allow me the opportunity to tackle either some long-ignored editing chores, or if I was perhaps lucky enough, to maybe bang out a few new words.  Because yes, I compulsively take my typer with me everywhere I go. But more than anything, I wanted to enjoy a few pints properly …

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