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Actually Sixteen

Less than a week after my mother’s death, a friend of mine, Linda, whose father was British and mother, Irish – Catholic – stayed with me and documented the aftermath of death. Just found this while opening doors to the past.

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Profiles: Sweet Sixteen – Forty Years Later

I don’t often attempt to analyze my art work, mostly because I suck at analysis. However, I recently found this photograph of myself when in high school and when my friend and I roamed freely around the art studio there, having access to a 4 x 5 camera, among other goodies. (CLARIFICATION: I have a […]

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Humpf!

My stats are really low today.  But do you think I care?  I am happy that my blog has had 5,000 views.  The Big Picture.  That puts it into a different category.  Someone from around the world, someone has come and visited me.  Now that’s awesome. So, back to the Bombers.  When someone is on […]

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Boston Marathon Bombers

This may be a guy who is legally responsible for his acts but by outward appearance, appears angelic-faced.  I just cannot reconcile the picture of this boy being involved in a conspiracy —  He’s clearly just a kid in so many other ways.  It’s as though you take this malleable, impressionable and highly intelligent kid, […]

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The Day My Mother Died ...

The Day My Mother Died …

I dunno.  Maybe I shouldn’t be posting this, but then, how will you ever know, if you don’t, right? Aristophanes has gone on a biting binge.  He just loves to gnaw hands — my hands!  And when he gets into one of those moods, he is, quite frankly, obnoxious.  I am going to call an […]