Long before PDAs and SmartPhones, I used to carry a little pad of paper with me wherever I went. And a pen. I had ink stains in most of my jeans and shirts. The reason I did this was to…
What if we are all really just ants? Slaves to the machine. Blinded by conformity of the way things need to be. “YOU ARE FREE. YOU ARE FREE.” Too blind to see the Truth. Too tired to do anything…
Today is the first Tuesday in November. A voting day. I’ve voted since I was eighteen. I remember standing in the booth that first time thinking how much power I wielded as I randomly selected names from a list of…
She took the bus home from school tonight. She said she didn’t mind. When I saw her depart, I knew why. He lives in our neighborhood, gets off at her stop, and walks home in the opposite direction. She didn’t see…
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Make no mistake, I’m no fan of the Boston Red Sox. I used to like them back in the day when they had Jim Rice, Dewey Evans, and Fred Lynn. And sure, they were a great story in 2004. But…