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Walk A Mile With My Shoe

 

 Remember the kid I saw pulling his shoe down the sidewalk? If you don’t, you need to read my post When Does Weird Cross the Line? before you read any more of this one. I ran into the kid again this morning, and things got interesting—as in… we’ve crossed the line. Read the rest of this entry »

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I’m Your Huckleberry ~ 7-30-11

If you read the story I posted on this blog today—When Does Weird Cross the Line—be sure to come back and take a look at tomorrow’s story, Walk A Mile With My Shoe. It’s the continuing saga about the young man I encounter every now and then when I’m walking at the neighborhood park.

I saw him again this morning and things took a dramatic turn. Read the rest of this entry »

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When Does Weird Cross the Line?

I know this will sound strange—especially since it’s coming from me—but when does weird cross the line?

A few months ago, I was walking the dog, pretty much minding my own business, and here comes this kid walking down the sidewalk toward me… pulling a shoe. Read the rest of this entry »

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When Does Weird Cross the Line?

I know this will sound strange—especially since it’s coming from me—but when does weird cross the line?

A week or so ago, I was walking the dog, pretty much minding my own business, and here comes this kid walking down the sidewalk toward me… pulling a shoe. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 4

As I slept, I dreamed; sometimes vivid, often strange, but always, chilling, frightening dreams. Creatures came into my darkness and stood staring at me. A cat, one front leg missing, stood at my feet and looked up at me with dark, questioning eyes. It blinked, and the missing leg was there as if it had never been gone. A gust of hot air blew across my feet then the cat was not there. Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 2

It was sudden… I suppose; sudden to me at any rate. The cold war was long over, and everything was going along pretty well if you ignored the occasional crap from Hussein or one of those clowns. But they posed no real threat. Did they? Hell, it was probably one of them that blew everything up. Who knows? But still… why me? How, and why, had I alone survived? Read the rest of this entry »

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Blood On The Moon – Part 1

The day had gone dark again. It seemed as though someone was constantly playing with the dimmer switch on a lamp. Or, perhaps, heavy clouds were drifting across the sky in front of the sun, casting dark shadows over the land. I looked up—cringing, afraid, knowing what I would see—and stared at a cloudless, purple sky. Read the rest of this entry »

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When Does Weird Cross The Line?

I know this will sound strange—especially since it’s coming from me—but when does weird cross the line? Read the rest of this entry »

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