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The Hangover

The reality of selling everything I owned to spend a year in Europe was settling into my brain like a hangover – waking me in the middle of the night, … Continue Reading →

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Isn’t There Sangria in Idaho?

I really wasn’t ready to discuss the details of this nomad plan of hers, let along agree to it. Yet there she was, still trying to sell me… “Don’t tell … Continue Reading →


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Bring Back That Loving Feeling

This whole thing started the day I knocked over a display of fried pork rinds at a liquor store. Donna and I drove into the parking lot of Al’s Liquor … Continue Reading →