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Monthly Archives: June 2018

Hard and Harder

Sun, 24 Jun 2018, 02:36 PM (-06:00)

Seeing these was hard. Doing this was harder.

Poodle et al.

Tue, 19 Jun 2018, 11:53 AM (-06:00)

Funny what you find when you have to clean everything out of a room. Today I found a pile of hand-written papers, among them a half-ripped sheet that had “Fall 2009” in the lower right corner and some untitled notes scribbled in the middle. There are two with check-marks, indicating that they made it into […]

Notes from Long Ago

Mon, 18 Jun 2018, 08:40 PM (-06:00)

There is a Houston phone number on the paper. 703 area code. Old school, not 281. And there are some scribbled notes on the paper, too. At first they bring back nothing. But then then do. Notes from Occupy Austin. Old school. Show up before the crowd Parking meter, dreadlocks and drums Spark hands and mic […]

We Won

Sun, 17 Jun 2018, 01:15 PM (-06:00)

There was a brief, sharp shout. I paid no mind and looked down the street to the left and then the right and began to roll into the intersection. Then I heard it again only louder. And a woman in black came dashing out of a house shouting. “We won!” she yelled as she ran. Her […]

What the Doctor Said

Fri, 15 Jun 2018, 10:14 AM (-06:00)

It was several years ago. He was in the doctor’s office for major back pain he was having every time his running mileage got up to 12 miles.  He had just said something to the doctor. He can’t remember what it was. But there are artifacts from the encounter, as he did scribble a note […]

Casting a Wide Net

Tue, 12 Jun 2018, 01:38 PM (-06:00)

The interview panel sat at a table several feet in front of the table where I was sitting. They were asking getting-to-know-you questions. “Why do you want to teach in this district?” In hindsight, perhaps the kind of answer they we’re looking for was an indication of some particular detail about the community or the school […]

Solving An Equation

Tue, 12 Jun 2018, 07:53 AM (-06:00)

1. The Question “Take a look at the paper in front of you,” they said. I looked down and got my pencil out of my pocket. (In retrospect, I wonder if any of them noticed that instinctive reach for the pencil. There were generations of us raised with pencils as necessary appendages to our brains, […]