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The new kid in town

There's a new kid in town. (Well, actually, she's retired and not a kid, but she is a new neighbor at the Columbia Gardeners Long Reach plots.) Nice, huh? She knows what she's doing. Clearly! She upgraded everything about her plot, including putting in a new fence all around it. Lucky me: I got…

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Ring. Ring!

Does anyone even answer their phones anymore? (I hardly/rarely do unless the person is in my contacts list.) As well, I find myself, more and more, doing my self-appointed civic duty and marking calls that reek of spam, as just that: by blocking them. I figure if enough of us are doing so, the spam-catcher-tools will…

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Death by mantis

Why, yes, that is a photo of a praying mantis killing and eating a humming bird. Thank you, Internet! Carnivores gonna carnivore, right? Apparently, they rather like bird brains, burrowing through the soft-tissue eye sockets and directly into the brain; often leaving the body for scavengers after devouring the fatty bird brains. In general, it's a good position…

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An ir/rational fear

I don't know when it happened. Maybe I was in elementary school. Probably. I saw some video, some film, some something or other at school in which a moray eel, its size and strength hidden in a den, darted out and surprise-attacked a diver and then held on. At least that's my memory of what I…

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Revenge

Not sure how or why this memory from back in the day popped up, but this morning it did. Here goes. my first apartment When I was 27 years old I had just started my first business--cleverly named, at least to me, Do The Write Thing. Spike Lee's same-named-differently-spelled movie had been released a few years…

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Duck, duck

When I was a kid--I don't know exactly when; maybe when I was 10 or 11 years old--my mother made duck. A whole roasted duck. It was, by far, one of the most miserable what's-for-dinner? memories in my childhood life. It may have been for my mother, as well, and if my younger siblings remember that…

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