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Dumbfounded

Karin is on duty over at dVerse Poetics tonight, and she’s got us writing about things French. I’m thinking this ain’t what she has in mind, but, hey, French is French!

Back in the day, my best pal Barry and I used to roam the neighborhood late at night. One night, when we were in eighth grade, or maybe freshmen, we ran into a couple of neighborhood girls and experienced an awakening that to this day remains vivid in my mind. I’ll bet you Barry hasn’t forgotten it either. Read the rest of this entry »

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Stunned Silence

Back in the day, my best pal Barry and I used to roam the neighborhood late at night. When we were in eighth grade, or maybe freshmen, we ran into a couple of our female classmates one night and experienced an awakening that to this day remains vivid in my mind. I’ll bet you Barry hasn’t forgotten it either. Read the rest of this entry »

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Don’t Do It Barry

As I mentioned in the story about the Drew twins (two parts), Barry was my best friend all through grade school, and most of high school. We drifted apart somewhere along the way. In any case, I want to tell you one quick “Barry” story to top off the day then I’ll let y’all be until tomorrow. Read the rest of this entry »

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No Hot Dog For You!

I haven’t told y’all a golfing story for a few days—I have a ton of them—so here’s one about my childhood pal, Barry Patterson. You can read about Barry in a couple of my other posts called, Don’t Do it, Barry, and Go Get The Drew Twins (part 1 and part 2). Read the rest of this entry »

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Go Get the Drew Twins! (part two)

The clock ticking and my panic meter pegging, I shouted. “Go get the Drew twins!” Barry scowled at me and said, “Why don’t you go get them?” I said, “You want to be sitting here when my old man gets home?” His eyes got real big, and without another word he took off, running toward the Drew twins’ house at the end of the street. (If  you haven’t read part one of this story you need to click on this link –> Go Get The Drew Twins and read it before you go any further.) Read the rest of this entry »

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Forever Changed

This is a work of fiction for the most part. I’m not sure my first kiss was from Lisa (my best friend Barry’s cousin, by the way). But it’s the memory of that spinning bottle, and that fear coursing through a young boys brain and body that this little ditty is about. The names, the faces, the places… you pick your own, and go back when. That’s what I did. Read the rest of this entry »

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Don’t Do It Barry

As I mentioned in the story about the Drew twins, Barry was my best friend all through grade school, and most of high school. We drifted apart somewhere along the way. In any case, I want to tell you one quick “Barry” story to top off the day then I’ll let y’all be until tomorrow. Read the rest of this entry »

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