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The Wandering Accountant
I remember the warehouse now; squat and ugly, two-story, of crumbling brick and dirty glass on a simple blacktop lot empty of cars and surrounded by trees. In my memories of those years everything - our house, the tiny concrete highway down the steep hill, the small lake where we sometimes went swimming - all were surrounded by trees, as maybe they ( Read more... ) -
Santiago layover
We bounced along in the cloud layer for what seemed an hour, but was probably only ten or fifteen minutes, before the Chilean landscape became visible; dark green hills rolling under wet gray skies. Mountains everywhere. Above the clouds had been bright orange dawn sunshine ( Read more... ) -
On to Chile
**I've been on the road again, for a short while now. Haven't had internets to post, but I've been writing the entries....**
Somewhere over Mississippi, or Texas, or Louisiana - somewhere down in the lush green part of the sweaty southern states - seat 12A on Flight 2312 is bouncing rather jauntily. I hate it when it does that. The bouncing. It ( Read more... ) -
Tuscaloosa Tornado
Tuscaloosa was flattened back in April by a Category-4 tornado, about three-quarters of a mile wide. One report I looked at showed over thirty fatalities with over six hundred injuries. Block after block of homes are vacant, in various states of destroyed. In some areas where the cleanup has progressed at a quicker pace, there's nothing left but ( Read more... ) -
Tuscaloosa One
I'm sitting in a “Hooters” in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, on a sweaty Sunday night enjoying a comically large glass of water and watching the locals do their local thing. Behind me a table full of bubbas is playing some digital poker game that baffles me. Aside from them, however, it's clearing out faster than a pool that's been shat in. I found out that ( Read more... ) -
Running off to Denver
I’m heading to Denver this morning. Denver is known as the “Mile High City”, because everyone who lives there smokes so much marijuana that they can’t even see the ground. They’re so high only dogs can hear them. But, I kid. It’s actually called the Mile High City because of its altitude above sea level. That, and the marijuana. I’ll be flying ( Read more... ) -
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It should have taken me about a half-hour to an hour. It took me almost five. Stupid brakes ( Read more... ) -
Stuff.
Stuff. It was on the menu. It was written on the wall, so it had to be true. Stuff - “Like your Mom used to make” it said. My mother never made 'Stuff'. She made things that I used to call stuff, as in “can I have some more of that stuff?” But she never made capital-S “Stuff ( Read more... ) -
The Winged Menace of Glendale
{thanks, purriskat!}
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The American Test
Mr. Jury, front-and-center, if you please.
The tall Kiwi with the sandy-brown hair leapt to his feet and took his place in the center of the circle, exaggerating his military-style snap to attention sarcastically.
Yes, Sir. Sarcastically.
As you are the only Immigrant on this crew, we will give you the opportunity to join us, should you pass this test ( Read more... )