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Party Crash

I crashed a fancy book party in a private home on Park Avenue. I was not much interested in the author, or her book, or even the free comestibles. Truth is I had heard of this domicile, and I was curious. The owner, Oliver, is a rich man, a businessman, respectable. He is known as a philanthropist. He is older, he
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On the Fly

First I would like to thank those of you who offered suggestions for my sabbatical month. I liked the suggestions so much I have decided to do them all. As I was loading the car, I pictured driving around America. I could stop at the fishing villages along the Florida coast, later maybe also fly to New York. I was
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End of an Era

I’m in ‘the city’ and coincidentally today was the service of a friend. I decided to attend. Turns out nobody knew he was ill. Until just the other day, when news got out that he was not well, and then the next thing anyone heard, he was dead. Now here we all were, in the middle of the day, sit
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Nidification

I am moving again, this time from one side of Key West t’other. The rental I have occupied since spring has been rented, to others, and I must move, immediately. For the millionth time in my life I fill my car with my gear. A friend will take me in for a few nights. But I waste no time and with the help of
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Mosquito Season

Mosquito Season. The locals had warned of this. With shame stricken faces, they had ominously said, “it can get bad.” They told of how the rainy season would incite the mosquito population to engage in wildings, when the insects tear across the island, stabbing and sucking on the red-blooded. Well,
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Blood Orange

“Ouch!” cried Lula Belle, and she raised fingertips to her head. “Sorry, darling, casualty of war,” said Charles. Charles crouched in the sturdy limbs of an orange tree. Through the dark leaves he could see his wife’s mouth, he watched her tongue licking across her sunburnt lips. He
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Rainy Season

Recently I bought a bicycle. I bought the bike because I first considered stealing one, but I have no aptitude for crime. Instead, dutifully, I paid for a lime green contraption, with whitewall tires, and a front basket. I was under the impression that one could not forget how to ride these things, however, I hav
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Amigo

Amigo might as well have been a cat. Every night at the restaurant it was the same, when the place filled up, Amigo speeding through a heedless throng, a heavy tray in his hands, held aloft. He never lost control of the tray no matter how heaped. All of him was slim and hard and he smoothly split a path through the crow
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Off My Rocker

Craziness is a festering theme for me and periodically I doubt my sanity. I have tried to devise algorithms by which to measure my madness, if indeed there is any. So it was a given I’d check out Jon Ronson’s new book. Ronson, of The Men Who Stare At Goats, brings us The Psychopath Test. I perused it
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