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Navy Blah
My closet is full of fuzzy. You know—my sartorial contrivances that for the most part successfully made the breach from idea to existence in good form. I love pattern and texture and consistent with my...
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I'll Be Back
I'm just not sure when. Perhaps another few days. I'm flat out covered up with moving and rental property prep and work and a quaint little, well landscaped cottage for my LFG and... all things...
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Saturday Morning Monk Straps
I’ve tried to write a thoughtful story or two over the last three weeks but I just don’t have the bandwidth to do it. LFG, my work, my mom, my Old Town property rehab and my Bethesda move have me just...
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Last Days of Linen
…and Seersucker too while we’re at it.I’m known and prone to bend break the rules and and amidst these remaining shards of post-Labor Day heat, I’ll be extending my use of linen till probably...
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Alan Flusser and My Mama
Any port in a storm, right? You know what I’m talking about. How many times have you been trapped during a family visit and enthusiastically volunteered to…run to the store…drop off something at the...
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Attention Deficit Disorder Country Ass Meets the Hovey Sisters
On a lighter than usual note…happy Sunday. I figured that it was time for some randomanalia and irreleventia for a change. You know, some impertinence—like the old days. The infrequency of my stories...
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Sunday Ennui
The silence. Is killing me. And you people tell me this is gonna last for another four-plus years. I won't make it.
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Bo-Bos and Woo-Woos
Since I still can’t seem to muster enough energy to write my usual drivel and since I’ve essentially retired from storytelling but just haven’t announced it, I figured I’d throw some half-ass stuff up...
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A Buckhead Boy
A Buckhead Boy He was a man in full. Kinda low-key though. In a cardigan sweater. He was a doctor but he’d be the first to tell you that he couldn’t cure a damn thing. And he had an affection for...
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Aviator Chairs and Grades
My little girl. My heart. The little bald headed toddler who used to feed me bits of bread so that I'd behave at the table……the little gregarious gal who swaggered around a honky tonk in South...
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Soixante-neuf and an Open Letter to Pat Conroy
Soixante-neuf…Sixty-nine. As much as I flirt with alternatives, I end up wearing a navy blazer sixty-nine percent of the time. Rain or shine, summer or winter, it’s a navy damn blazer for me. And I’ve...
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Turkey Miscellany—Conroy-Meermin-and Stein Mart Serpentining
*It’s Sunday morning December 1st. I began this little ditty on Thanksgiving morn but never got around to finishing it. I’m back in Bethesda now and LFG is again with her mom so the deafening silence...
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Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstanceI have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the...
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Holiday Miscellany
And miscellany this shall be. Shut up.Oh…but before you shut up and I take over; let me pop this story with something sartorial. Because it seems like that’s what this venue used to focus on. I need to...
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Christmas 2013
It’s almost eight o’clock on Christmas Eve morning and I’ve just returned from Dulles airport and dropping LFG and her mom off for their flight to Florida. This was my year to have LFG for the...
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The Grubworm
I’ve written about my Aunt Kat on a few occasions over the years. She passed away a few years ago and I miss her terribly. My mom is the youngest of ten kids...my Aunt Kat was the next youngest and all...
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Just Write--Something
“Just write. Something”. Ok, I’m writing. About what I don’t know.The above request/admonishment was posited by the one of those few readers who for some silly-ass reason seem to think that they’re...
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My Mama-Socks-And Hoping to Die at 75
Look at these great socks. Princeof Wales Check—Prince of Wales Plaid—Glen Plaid—Glenurquhart Check—Glenurquhart Plaid. When was the last time you saw a pair of these? Never. That's right.Seems that...
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She is Home. The source of our very essence.We are born from either collaborative concept or randy capriciousness. In three trimesters. Conditions of our residence be damned. She’s our mother ship and...
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