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What My Beard Means to Me

Several days ago, on a Sunday, I decided to grow a beard.  On Monday, the company for which I have been doing blog articles called, informed me they were discontinuing the blog and, in effect, fired me.  It was due … Continue reading →

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The United States Considered as a Jigsaw Puzzle of Disparate Tourist Attractions

Recently I have been writing a series of articles about the United States, moving state by state, one after another, from west to east.  Because they are written for travelers, the articles deal mostly with places tourists might want to … Continue reading →

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Home

I sit here in the small rented house I share with some of my sons in Pacific Beach, San Diego, and I ruminate about home.  At the end of my memoir on my hippy travel days, “World Without Pain: The … Continue reading →

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Askew

I have been wanting to write this for a few weeks now but I haven’t, for two reasons.  First of all, I haven’t had the time.  I finally found a job.  It’s a freelance writing gig; I contracted with a … Continue reading →

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Gladiators

I had always enjoyed watching football.  If the two teams know what they are doing, if they are playing with a modicum of unity, there is something fluid about it.  You might almost say it is something like a violent … Continue reading →

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Outsiders

I have been pondering what I wrote about rejection.  In that essay I made the implication that everyone around me was part of a whole which for some inexplicable reason had rejected me.  After I wrote it, however, I took … Continue reading →

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Rejection

Why the disquiet?  What is wrong?  In order to get to the root of the malaise the problem must be analyzed. I have returned to the United States of America with some of my sons.  We have fled west to … Continue reading →

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The Second Stratum

I have lately been concerned, nearly obsessed, with the homeless I see around me on the streets of San Diego.  Why?  Because it’s easy to empathize with them.  I am jobless at the moment and it is not easy to … Continue reading →

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Job Search, or, The Hunter Lost in the Forest

Things went wrong today – so wrong that I have to write about it.  This is a writer’s only recourse.  Otherwise it will bubble up inside like lava in a volcano and consume me. I started the day with the … Continue reading →

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Exceptions to Affluence: The Underclass

Though in general I have been impressed with the way the United States has changed since I last lived here in the 1970s, my thoughts turn again and again to the homeless I see everywhere on the streets of the … Continue reading →

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