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Continue reading →: One Page on Grocery Carts
I’m betting there is an undetectable rise in cortisol when the doors slide open. The rows are ten across and twenty deep. First thought: Is the cart going to come free easily? Second thought: Is the cart going to roll with dexterity? The goal is no clunkity clunk. You know,…
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Continue reading →: Take a Hike
Ways of the trail. Stepping on and over the varicose roots. We traverse and converse while trees pass by and a chickadee raps on. The sun’s rays slip along an angle beside us, and hang like an arm on our shoulders. The white of the dogwoods reign in the peripheral,…
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Continue reading →: One Page on ‘The Zone’
Athletes talk about it. Scientists worry about it. Oh, wait, that’s the Ozone. Ever hear of “The Zone?” When I drove for UPS I sometimes hit the zone. I’d follow the prescribed procedures with little thought. Some drivers would say ‘the packages fell off my truck.’ There were days, or…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction!
What’s Eating You? Chapter Three Kent gripped the wheel at ten and two. The low drone of tires on concrete melded with the tick-tock rhythm of the seams. It reminded Jimmy of jazz music; the old stuff his brother soaked in when he needed to decompress. “I hate to break…
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Continue reading →: Why Wednesday?
This arch in the week Is more than a hump. Wednesday is like middle earth, An in-between, A watershed to see How the week is flowing. Wednesday is a buoy, Wednesday is teatime. Wednesday is a pullover. A close shave. A warm washcloth. A cold beer. Wed Nes Day is…
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Continue reading →: One Page on AI, Bitcoin, and Tariffs
I don’t have enough intelligence to write a page on each subject let alone all three. I’m just going to think out loud for a few minutes. Chatty T (an easier way to pronounce Chat GBT) won’t be engaged, not a bit of coin invested, and no mention of describing…
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Continue reading →: Haiku for Writing Nerds
Adjectives dress up weak nouns. Prefer naked nouns. Strong nouns can take off their clothes.
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Continue reading →: One Page on Easter.
I mentioned to a friend a few days ago that Easters were rough for me. He asked me why that was, and I didn’t have a solid answer. Maybe because my mom isn’t around hiding the jellybeans anymore. Perhaps the ham is too salty. I know I’m not a hippity…
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Continue reading →: Between
10:24 on a Saturday morning. Nothing scrawled on the whiteboard. A blank page I’d rather ignore. There’s a hole in-between. Holy Saturday to be precise. The overcast sky like a tomb, has me pondering what happened in this interim. He cried, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?”…
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Continue reading →: Friday Fiction! What’s Eating You? Chapter Two
The highway had morphed to six lanes while Jimmy slept. A solid mid-week morning rush funneled vehicles closer, tighter, like a prophecy of the cityscape ahead. He kept his thumb in the air. Then he’d walk backward to lift his other one to coax a ride. The back and forth…
Gerald the Writer 