Another Saturday night (vol. 7)
29 Aug
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The picker paradox
As the pickers rifle through dusty junk in dilapidated barns with corrugated metal roofs, I see an entire way of life that has all but evaporated.
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Open letter to my nosy neighbor(s)
Hi Neighbor, Just a friendly request to PLEASE PUT THOSE LEAVES BACK ON THE TREES WHERE THEY BELONG, AND STOP LEAVING THEM ON THE CURB.
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The handoff
As I watched my mom look over the orchestra of plants she had been nursing for years and years, choosing which ones to pass on to me, I realized that she is passing a torch to me.
I remember many Saturday nights here, although that floor was so unsightly I’d usually just go eat in my office. Which had formerly been a storage closet.