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Wear a uniform.

23 Feb

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Enjoy life.

13 Feb

Never underestimate the element of surprise.

31 Jan

Still more monsters.

Live to serve.

23 Jan

“Can you get me a glass of apple juice while you’re up?”

“Anything else?”

“Some toast would be nice”.

“OK. Anything else?”

“Can you put lots of butter on the toast? No wait…do you have raisin bread? I prefer raisin bread”.

“I’m going now”.

“Okay. Thank you”.

 


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Just do it.

2 Jan

Follow the money.

1 Jan

Panhandle towns like this didn’t mean much to Lance. Their names slipped his mind as soon as they passed from sight. Monticello, Crawfordville, Apalachicola, even Panama City…the same wet air hung everywhere.

You could tell Port Saint Joe twenty mile away by the smell. Boy that paper mill was powerful strong.

SIR…no stubbin’ stogies in the private cars”. The Porter held his stare, and returned it.

Saint Joe Paper sure smelled, but to Lance it smelled of money.

 

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Lie back and enjoy the ride.

30 Dec

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Carve at the table.

26 Dec

Daydream.

23 Dec

What was it about her that made her so memorable? She was small, wiry and certainly unremarkable.

Generally his past students blended together in his mind. He could remember the laughing, the talking, the smell of them. Not a bad smell….but a sweaty-headed school-kid whiff that he would know forever. The children clustered  in his memory much as they clustered in the playground. Off to one side quite some distance away, stood little Lorie Bell.

Years later,  older and weary of teaching he would find himself paused over term papers, thinking of her. What did she become? Did she marry? Did she travel? Did she raise children?

He never asked about her or searched for her on line. He simply couldn’t bear to hear if she was trapped and unhappy.


Turn off the TV.

19 Dec

Beach cricket at sunset. Sipping on a coldie, watching the kids whack a tennis ball on the hard sand.

“THAT’S A SIX! Here, you have the last potato cake”.

“Nah, I’m stuffed.  DO YOU KIDS WANT ANY MORE? I’M CHUCKING IT IN THE BIN”.

“I could really go an ice cream. Reckon the milk bar’s still open?”

No noise except seagulls and waves. Merry Christmas to yours, ours and everyone else.