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I Used to Have a Kite

This short little tale about kites took place back in the late nineties, while Sherry and I were still living in Pflugerville—a suburb just north of Austin. It was kite season, and one Saturday, we decided it would be fun to go buy a couple of kites and fly them in one of the local, vacant, fields near where we lived. Read the rest of this entry »

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Marbles In My Pocket

I wish!

In my story, Kite Season, I wrote about the various “seasons” we seemed to have when we were in grade school. Yo-yo season, squirt gun season, kite season, and the likes, but I didn’t mention marbles. Not that I was any better with a yo-yo or a squirt gun, but I was terrible at the game of marbles. I don’t know why, but I just never could acquire the skill to shoot the darn little glass ball straight and hard. As a result, I was always losing all my marbles. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Used to Have a Kite

While I’m doing sequels, I might as well pen this little short one about kites. It took place back in the late nineties, while Sherry and I were still living in Pflugerville—a suburb just north of Austin. It was kite season, and one Saturday, we decided it would be fun to go buy a couple of kites and fly them in one of the local, vacant, fields near where we lived. Read the rest of this entry »

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Kite Season

It seemed like there were seasons for things when I was in grade school. Of course, when I got to high school there were seasons as well, but they were the obvious things; football, basketball, baseball, and the likes. But in grade school, it seemed like there were seasons for weird stuff. Read the rest of this entry »

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