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Nogales, Arizona and Sonora [Oct. 10th, 2018|08:30 am]
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Border rant
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Somewhere in Utah or Nevada [Sep. 9th, 2018|06:50 pm]
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manipulated
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Yellowstone [Sep. 8th, 2018|08:36 pm]
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17 pics and some words
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Traversing Montana Yesterday [Sep. 8th, 2018|05:11 am]
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23 pics
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New post on Wordpress [Sep. 6th, 2018|07:30 pm]
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ND to MT
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(no subject) [Sep. 6th, 2018|03:53 pm]
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Does html no longer work here?  How do I post a link to my blog?

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(no subject) [Apr. 10th, 2017|05:12 am]
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New User Agreement [Apr. 8th, 2017|08:43 pm]
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What do you think?
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Yesterday's writing challenge: Open For Business [Aug. 23rd, 2015|05:40 am]
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Each of us wrote down a single sentence on a piece of paper and put it in a hat, then a title on another piece and put that in a hat. We had to write a piece corresponding to the title we drew and using the sentence we drew. The sentence I drew is in bold.

Open For Business
She had never been the pretty one, always the clever one. The other girls flocked around the cheerleaders, but when the quarterback needed help with his science homework, it was her that he came to. Soon all the jocks were using her as a tutor. She charged them $10 an hour, except for the quarterback. He was her boyfriend. She, the plainest girl in class, had the cutest boyfriend. Sometimes, while struggling to explain something to him, she was reminded of that line from My Fair Lady: "The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain." She loved the rain.
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Ruminations Of An Imaginary Candidate [Aug. 12th, 2015|07:49 pm]
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A saxophone is just a giant Kazoo with keys and a reed. Having no idea why that thought had surfaced in his awareness, he pushed it down and continued working the crowd, "genuine" smile contorting his features, palms coated in antiperspirant. Grip firm, but not too firm. Don't look at the tits, don't think about that ass. Don't spend any more time with the cute young thing than with anyone else.60 feet from the door to the stage. After that, it's just script. Oh, shit, it's Monica. How did she get up front? This is going to come back to bite me in the ass for sure.
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