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My son is now almost seventeen months old, in case you’re wondering why I haven’t been posting very actively for the last year and a half. The last two months have been an emotional roller coaster for me, for reasons far and wide (mostly unrelated to my boy) which I don’t have the time or [...]
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With the exception of my senior year of high school — when I was out of my mind with piss, vinegar, and hormones — I spent every childhood 4th of July in Bristol, Rhode Island with my dad. My son is (astonishingly) ten months old now and I have spent most of the day wondering [...]
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I’m confident that’s the way the saying goes. If it was, “Feed a cold, starve a fever,” it wouldn’t have the alliteration and would be a bitch to remember, so I must be correct. I suppose I could Google it. But that’s not the point. The point is that I’ve been under the weather this [...]
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For some reason I have an irrational distaste for tablespoons. I don’t know why this is the case. They just seem too big to me, and there’s something pretentious about them. (Who needs to put that much of anything in his mouth all at once?) I’m a teaspoon man and probably always will be. On [...]
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Yesterday marked the eleventh birthday of this site, and was pretty darn close to the six-month birthday of why I haven’t been posting much lately. If there ever was a valid excuse for not writing, he is it. If you could somehow take every single good moment, event, experience, and feeling of my life and [...]
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It has most decidedly not been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon. I had a pretty good run of updating this website almost daily for over a decade, and then one little (adorable) change in my life sent this blog so far down my priority list that it disappeared. Take heart, dear readers. There is [...]
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Oh, man! I don’t know how I am just now getting news that Warner Brothers is releasing new Looney Tunes cartoons. I freaking love Wile E. Coyote. I remember screaming at the television, “NO! NO! NO! That’s NOT GOING TO WORK!” I remember holding my head in my hands when that son of a bitch [...]
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Walter Gagne – William Gagne – David Gagne Good night, Walter. I hardly knew you. I’m sorry.
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