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ON HE RODE — Chapter Twenty-Eight
Nothing much going on botanically as far as I can tell, but the truth is, Northwest greenie that I am, I can’t tell much. Drifting along, tumbleweed’s love to the…
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On Election Day
Boy and Uncle: Election –Gonfonnit! Damn pen leak all over. –What you doing? –My mail vote. I vote erry single election since I was 16! –Ah, you couldn’t vote…
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It is what it is…
“It is what it is” = “wazzent me!” POTUS, 8-3-20
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ON HE RODE — Chapter Twenty-Seven
Heading south now in the already too-hot late morning of a day that will only get hotter as I hum along down the road to Frenario and beyond. What’ve I…
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ON HE RODE — Chapter Twenty-Six
Las Vegas — do I expect to see Sinatra’s Rat Pack, or maybe Elvis himself? Why not? When I’d not found Kerouac at Big Sur? The best Elvis songs from…