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ONCE AGAIN, THE ICEMAN COMETH (With Apologies to Eugene O’Neill)
Behind my kitchen chair sits a gorgeous behemoth that is basically silent. Its color is an iridescent white and it possesses two polished chrome handles. Among the upper crust, it goes by the name of a refrigerator. It has always seemed to me that “frigerator” would get the message across but this device insists upon…
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“HAVE YOU GOT ANY NEWS FROM THE ICEBERG?”
A casual disinterested observer, noticing that this essay is accompanied by a compact disk, might conclude that this essay is about music. That casual disinterested observer would be exactly right. Music makes me feel better and so this essay is dedicated to our well-being, both yours and mine. If the rest of the world wishes…
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WHY DO WOMEN DO IT?
Simply put, I expect to be denounced and excoriated for the essay that is to follow. I am at a loss to tell you if being denounced is a greater penalty than being excoriated. But I can guarantee you that neither one is pleasant. As long as I am not castigated, I believe I can…
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RED (OR BLUE) BANDANNAS
Those of you who were raised in the precincts of America’s great cities may well have missed out on an article of men’s wear that is usually associated with hard work and/or country ways. Again, if I may use my father as an example, I would like to cite one article of his clothing that…
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PLAISIR D’AMOUR
Today is a cold winter’s Sunday which happens also to be Valentine’s Day. On occasions such as this, men and women declare their love for each other and, if things work out, the course may be set for their eventual marriage. Of course, this could be men and men or women and women. In my…