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Almost Fiction: Refusing to be categorized

For the past six months, “the couple” had been running a continuous estate sale with the goal of turning everything they owned into cash. Having been longtime employees for a large airline they decided to take the company up on its severance package and transfer all their vacation time, sick time and bonuses into a year’s worth of free air ...

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Almost Fiction: Betty

Betty had developed a problem and was not feeling perfect. It wasn’t a life-threatening problem but it was bad enough that she had to be given a rest. In the ensuing weeks, once out of the picture, the man she lived with met and dated a new love, eventually inviting her home as a possible replacement. While Betty was convalescing, ...

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Almost Fiction: Time Machine Chair

On Thursday afternoon at 3:27 p.m. it occurred to me that 327, along with 350 and 427, are all notable numbers to Chevy lovers. 283 is also a good Chevy number but it can’t be reflected on a digital clock. I don’t know why that jumped into my mind but curled up in front of the TV, wrapped in Aunt ...

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Feeling bookish

Hi Sam, Have you written any books? I have read a few of your articles in THUNDER PRESS and would like to read more like that. The trip to Alaska sounded interesting. It’s the kind wanderlust I always had. Never been there but I may some day. The part about worrying over the draft was very real. I never joined ...

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Almost Fiction: Trump, Hillary and baseball’s new rules

With plenty of time before the first pitch of the Dodger game I settled into my big overstuffed chair and made the mistake of flipping on the television news. According to CNN I found out that Trump was the “anti-Christ” and that Putin was the “handmaiden of the devil.” Turning to Fox I learned that all democrats are dysfunctional spoiled ...

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Almost Fiction: The last time I saw Marvin

The last time I saw my cousin Marvin was on my 18th birthday, June 1, 1965. There was a party, a few gifts and a cake. Family and friends stood around talking about an 18-year-old being eligible for the draft which prompted talk of being proud of the Army and possible being sent to the newly escalating war in Vietnam. ...

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Almost Fiction: Christmas Snow Camping and Bad Asphalt

In the very recent past, logic and emotion have been engaging in a vitriolic “take no prisoners” political war, which has not been replicated since 1968. With my decision to renounce this destruction derby, irrespective of the weather or the winter season, I have deemed this the perfect time for a psychological respite. To achieve this, my camping gear is ...

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Almost Fiction: The Auto Court

In 1948 the 10-year-old boy lived in an Auto Court owned by his father and mother. After the war, when he left the Army, his parents bought it with his father’s mustering-out bonus. Listening to his folks’ talk he heard mustering as mustard and the family joke became they bought the Auto Court with mustard money. The Auto Court had ...

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Almost Fiction: Arguing Alone

My mother told me that it was impolite to argue religion or politics. She felt obligated to tell me this. However, realizing that I liked to argue one side of a question until the opposition relented and then switch and debate the other side with equal fervor, she assumed that, like many of her other admonitions, I would pay little ...

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Almost Fiction: Q-tips

Throwing my gym clothes, shoes, weight belt, shave cream, razor, shampoo, protein bar and Q-tips into my old ratty leather gym bag, it was the Q-Tips that somehow transported me back to ancient times when I dated a beautiful blonde, long-legged coed. I could see her clearly. Her brown eyes were filled with excitement, her skin was without flaw and ...

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