Below The Fold

The early returns look promising. My first effort with my new Mac has been well received thus far… I hope you enjoy…
Church of Elvis.

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Tough week.
Lulu had a grand mal seizure last Thursday. It was four in the morning, and this amazing ruckus came from her kennel a few feet away from our bed. I jumped out and flicked on the light switch and there she was, rigid as a board and convulsing uncontrollably. She lay on her side [...]

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It’s cold. I’m shivering, and I can see my breath in little bursts of steam as it comes out of my mouth. I’m breathing hard, and the steam comes quickly. It’s dusk. Or maybe dawn. I can’t quite tell. The sun’s either just set or moments away from rising, and everything’s gray.
It’s quiet, but a [...]

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I really fucking hate Tuesdays.
Mondays suck, sure, but at least they have the curious distinction of being Mondays. They’re the first day of the week, and the revel in their pompous self-importance like a fat tabby sitting on a radiator in a Lower East side flat in the middle of January.
Wednesdays are bearable because once [...]

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A couple of years ago, for my birthday, Amy took me to Memphis. An avowed Elvis fan—but more, an early rock history buff—a trip to this city for me was akin to a trip to Mecca for a muslim. It was a period of awakening, a discovery of a deeper sense of nostalgia than I [...]

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