Family living

In Search of Kokomo

Last year for spring break the wife and I decided to go to the Florida Keys. It was our first time to visit and it was so much more than we imagined. So when the annual hiatus from education turned up again the choice was obvious. We packed up the family truckster again and headed
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When The Tide Comes In

She and I love to travel. We will load up the car with hastily packed luggage, a couple of pillows for the ride and the other two people that reside at our place.  Sometimes we do not even know where we are headed until we get moving down the road. This is how we have always
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Ole 26

Traffic was light on Monday morning as I bumbled my way back to work.  I guess most folks still had a day off after Christmas.  We all need that extra day to recover from the obscene amount of junk we ate and to return that sweater that would not have fit you in the eighth grade. 
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She and I

My alarm, my nemesis, goes off early around my place.  It gives no thought to how I feel.  Some mornings I think I almost hear it laugh as it rings in my ear. I roll out of bed and head off into the abyss that is the working world. This alone takes up a fair
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The Truth About Home

During a simpler time I remember home and all that entailed.  It seemed to me that the place where I lived would always be the same.  I spent my youth growing up there and I never considered that I would leave.  There was a comfort there at that place that could not come from anywhere
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The Domestication of Chris Darden

Many moons ago I was not married.  I was without child as well.  I knew other guys that had taken on these sort of things but it all seemed very distant, like something that I should have no part in.  Some talked of the time when they would settle down but that had no appeal
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Possession

One day, at baseball practice, when I was in the tenth grade (yesterday in my head, but a few more days according to that infernal calendar) I saw someone drive up in the parking lot in a blue Ford Mustang.  It had a black stripe down the middle (I think, yesterday can get cloudy). Then
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Ready or Not, Here I Come!

A loud crash from above startles me while relaxing after another day of work.  The breaking of something, probably of value, agitates me slightly as I see the pay I’ve earned that day vanishing into repair costs.  That sound is always followed with “Sorry Dad, it was an accident.”  This scene has played out at
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