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The Cool Whip Caper

It was like him to think of practical jokes to pull on his favorite aunt. The two as close as “two peas in a pod” as Debbie would always refer to them. Debbie, a special needs child, was comfortable in

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The Chocolate Bar

It looked at me screaming, “Pick me up already!” its sugary fingers resting barely atop my gleaming patent leather shoes. Its very bigness compared to the other candy pieces—that  alone was startling enough. It was clear that it was meant

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Perchance a Friendship

My creative juices were slowly ebbing when I decided to consider a course in Chinese Brush painting.  Such a beautiful medium and I felt with the right instructor, my hidden artistic talents would be unearthed and before I would know

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Diner Buddies

Five a.m., rise and shine!  I was doing what I have done every Monday morning for the past 30 years or so.  I am heading over to Jack’s Place, my neighborhood diner for a hearty breakfast and a chance to

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Memories of a Loved One

The most amazing woman I ever knew was eighty years old. Her personality was spunky and pleasant, but at times, she was also ill and incoherent. She had rosy cheeks, and was really thin, with gray whiskers on her chin.

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We Ought to Make Every Moment Count

We ought to make every moment count because it may be the last. We ought to make every moment count, not just because it may or may not be the last moment we have on this earth. Although that in

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Santa Smells Like Moth Balls

      In the North Shore suburbs of Chicago, in the 1940’s, around 1947, or so, I was a youngster. I suppose that I had a very typical childhood  for that era. My family was considered Middle Class. My father had

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The Safety Bumper

So I’m talkin ta one a my neighbors who was pointin out ta me thet I ain’t got no bumper on the front a my Jeep Truk. So I says, “an jest what tipped ya off Hank?” “Well an idjut

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The Rapture

It was smack dab in the middle of the Great Depression, and J.D. needed money bad.  He had no formal education beyond the fourth grade and no marketable skills to speak of, but his resourcefulness was unquestioned.  God had endowed

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Road Rage

The old pickup was not traveling fast as it made its way north on Route 13 in Delaware to a favorite fishing spot on the Choptank near Denton, Maryland.  The four friends, two men and two women, were yakking animatedly

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