Posts Tagged ‘Writing’

Pete

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This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2007.   My summer started with Pete announcing, exactly on cue, that I had no class. The same bad pun had continued for nine months. It went like this. My afternoon shift would end at the bar, and rather than stay for a drink, I would […]

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Mr. T in an Elevator

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This is a story read aloud at Story Salon.      It hadn’t been a good day, then Mr. T stepped into my elevator.      I was working as a motorcycle courier in LA and had met a few celebrities. Drew Carey once answered the door in his bathrobe and Val Kilmer saw my motorcycle and […]

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By the Side of the Road

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This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2007. By The Side of the Road This was about a month ago. I awoke early on Saturday, at about six, and showered and dressed in my leathers. The sun was just arriving and the fog lightly filled the air. Despite the early time, I was […]

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Canterbury Jails

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This story was read aloud at Story Salon in 2006. Canterbury Jails It was a wet November Evening in Canterbury.   My friends and I stepped out of the Old Locomotive Pub at eleven thirty lifting up collars and stuffing hands in Jackets.   The pub was now closed, and we were forced to go […]

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Ireland: Innis and the Lake Isle of Innisfree [Part 2]

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After munching a few of my lunch crackers I stood up and continued my journey to Innisfree. Once past the river and bridge the path cut through a forest. The trees had thin trunks, like they were young, and the ground was smooth hard packed earth. As the forest ended there was a stonewall, with […]

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Ireland: Innis and the Lake Isle of Innisfree [Part 1]

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     In Ireland the busses don’t run on Sunday. It seemed obvious to both Patrick and I once we heard this piece of news, but it meant we were stuck. It was Saturday afternoon and we were stuck in the town of Sligo. This town was supposed to be just a transfer point to environs […]

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Walking with Alligators Outside New Orleans [Part 2]

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Southern Drawl      It seems that warm water is the defining characteristic of New Orleans. Water in the swamps, water in the Mississippi river, water flooding houses, water falling from the sky in bucket loads, and water thickening the air in the form of humidity.      Coming from a childhood in the deserts I was […]

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Walking With Alligators Outside New Orleans [Part 1]

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     One afternoon while sitting in a bar in the French Quarter -nursing an Abita Amber- I over-heard a snippet of a conversation that went like this: “…and you can walk through the swamps with the alligators.”      Which was exactly what I had been looking for.      Who says you can’t find everything in […]

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Heather

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This was the first story I read aloud at Story Salon in 2006. Heather It was about a month ago, I was talking to my mom on the phone.   She was telling me about the funeral.   The funeral for her 95-year-old friend, Dorothy Morsehead.   I had known Dorothy for thirty years, through […]

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Story Salon: Interlandi

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This story was read aloud at Story Salon (.com) on Wednesday March 17, 2010.      I met Frank Interlandi when I began working at a bar in Laguna Beach called The Saloon.      Every morning Frank would begin his day by drinking at the Marine Room Tavern, and shorty after 12 o’clock, he would walk […]

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Story Salon: Her Majesty’s Prison Only

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This story was read aloud at Story Salon (.com). ——- Her Majesty’s Prison Only           I was walking with my camera, as I do. It was mid-October 2009, and I was in Southern England, specifically in a city called Exeter, a beautiful city with a cathedral, thousand year old city walls […]

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Once By Train: Walking From Budleigh Salterton to Exmouth

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Once upon a time, there were two train lines that terminated in Exmouth. One is still in use and travels from Exeter to Exmouth through Lympstone. The other one came through Budleigh Salterton to Exmouth. The branch line that came through Budleigh was closed in 1967, when many of the smaller lines in England were […]

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