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Every evening, my father used to make these, one for him, one for mom. She didn’t used to drink, before they married, but he taught her. A non-drinking wife would be too embarrassing. The smell of adulthood: 1 and 1/2 jiggers of Kentucky Bourbon (Virgin Bourbon preferred) 1 teaspoon sugar water as desirable ice: much … Continue reading Scent and memory
Things that I wish to learn before I die: How to light a fire with flint and steel How to tell time by the sun How to know which plants to eat Five languages If it’s dark, and maybe rainy, and I want to sleep, how to make a roof over my head. I want … Continue reading What to learn
I had a wonderful time at Jane’s house yesterday for our reunion lunch. Probably more on that later, but now for some too long belated news to sink into my head. About my old friend Debbie. Debbie and I had been close since I first showed up at that school in fifth grade. She had, … Continue reading Another goodbye
Today I go to my high school reunion – nothing big, just a potluck lunch. I bring the soda pop and bottled water. I still think of us all as teenagers, and wonder at the ties between us, even though we’ve spent many more years apart than together. Nightmares, of course, about who may be … Continue reading Reunion
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