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Affairs of State 2010.
Jul 27th
It’s become an annual tradition for us to go to the State Fair at least one time when it’s in town. This year we only had a short time to get there because they not only moved it ahead a month, but the duration has been shortened to a mere 3 weeks.
Budget crisis anyone?
Unfortunately it was not only the timing of the fair that was reduced this year, it was also the quantity and quality of the rides. A warning for those of you buying tickets or wristbands – there are very few rides this year that are worth the More >
Pilgrim’s Pride.
Jul 21st
Three days ago a pilgrim arrived at the shop I run on Fourth Street. I was fussing with boxes in a back corner when the tinkling of the old rusty bell above the door signaled a customer. It was a rare sound – customers weren’t in the mood for rare books these days, what with the economy in such a slump – so I quickly pushed a box of old magazines into a shelf and hurried to the front of the store.
I paused at the top of the three stairs that led down to the cashier desk – a pilgrim? More >
Snooze.
Jul 15th
Have I mentioned lately how uninspired I am, lately?
I look to my right and there is a stack of books just waiting for my red pen to edit them. Good books too. Books that you probably want to buy some day. Books that mock me relentlessly with their mockyness.
Do you fall asleep at your computer?
And then there are the books in progress. Add another stack of those, only the stack is on a hard drive mocking me with all its mockinglyness.
And it’s not that I’m truly uninspired – why just the other morning I woke up in the middle of More >
I have Two Subcutaneous Foreign Bodies
Jul 9th
A couple years ago I burned my right hand, in what was a very foolish maneuver. Basically I grabbed for a pan that was just under 350 degrees in heat. There was a sizzle and the blistering started almost immediately causing severe injury to my hand, but this was not the first time that I injured the hand, and I’d like to tell you a little story about it.
Let us travel back in time to the early teen years when I was in 6th and 7th grade.
a very young Heath
Picture a young Heath (ok, not THAT young but I couldn’t find More >
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