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Almost Fiction: Campfire songs

Interwoven within the twittering of wild birds and scurrying sounds from the beasts of the forest came the conversation of two intrepid motorcyclists on a camping adventure. “What did you say?” From sarcastic Harry. “Huh?” From George the singer. “I said, ‘What did you say’.” “Oh nothing. I was just humming a song.” “You weren’t humming, you were singing. You ...

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Almost Fiction: Heroes (Chapter Three)

To remind the long-suffering reader of the content of the previous two chapters: In 1605, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra wrote the classic novel about an elderly gentleman, Alonso Quixana, who becomes totally obsessed with the exploits of Knights Errant who went about redressing all manner of wrongs, defending the helpless, destroying the wicked, bringing justice to the world. This unprepared ...

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Almost Fiction: Heroes (Chapter Two)

For his whole life Alonso Quixana read and studied every text concerning knighthood and chivalry until one morning his twisted reality took a left turn and he literally became the Knight Errant, Don Quixote de la Mancha, who could not be dissuaded from fighting dragons, rescuing helpless maidens in distress, protecting the innocent and dispatching giants. In 1605, as an ...

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Almost Fiction: Heroes

When I was a kid my heroes were TV cowboys: Hopalong Cassidy, the Cisco Kid and Roy Rogers. Later, at the movies, I discovered knights in shining armor, King Arthur, Lancelot, Robin Hood, El Cid and in the funny papers there was Prince Valiant. Mrs. Miller’s high school English class unsealed the classics to this mutton-headed kid who fell in ...

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Almost Fiction: Called himself lucky

The brand new lieutenant, “just shipped in from the world,” had led them into a bad place. The Viet Cong were set up and waiting. Being the experienced point man of the patrol he saw the trap soon enough to warn those behind him but he was out front, naked, on his own. At first sound he dove into a ...

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Almost Fiction: Camping, a cold and grizzly bears

I have been fighting this damned cold for more than a week. It just hangs on refusing to pay any attention to my attempts to kill it. Robitussin, ibuprofen, aspirin, chicken soup, pizza, whiskey have all taken the edge off but none have succeeded in the kill shot; none have plunged a dagger into this cold, cutting its guts out, ...

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Almost Fiction: The boarding house

There was an iron bed with clean sheets, a wool blanket, a white chenille bedspread and a handmade quilt at the foot. In the corner was a nightstand holding a lamp, a Gideon Bible and a book of Edgar Allen Poe’s short stories and poems. Against the left wall was a chest of drawers with two neatly folded clean towels ...

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Almost Fiction: “Chopper Bob” and the gang

“I can’t remember. Did I tell you about the guys who hung around Chopper Bob’s motorcycle shop?” This is the way I remember Chopper Bob, his girlfriend Gypsy (who was a real sideshow fortune teller), Stump, Oily Red, Hilly and the guy who wore bell bottom pants and never got a nickname. Back in the late ’60s… well… let’s just ...

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Almost Fiction: Dispatch riders

In the late ’50s, when my friend and I were about 12, baseball dominated our lives. We rode our bicycles to school, to Little League, around the neighborhood and we always found a baseball game. We never tired of playing the game or practicing and honing our skills. At the end of the long driveway at my friend’s house, where ...

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Almost Fiction: Bulletin board

In his office was a large six-foot bulletin board covering most of the wall. The left half contained small bits of paper and cocktail napkins remembering notes of ideas to be used in a column or a short story or a novel or a poem. There were quotes from his favorite writers and dialog from great screenplays. Fragments of dreams, ...

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