I still remember my first day in college. My dad came to drop me at bus stop and as soon as we saw our bus with the engineering college’s name on top, my dad showed a signal to stop. I boarded the bus and sat next to a girl. Out of nervousness I started chatting…
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Suprise Me
Remembering
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I still remember my first day in college. My dad came to drop me at bus stop and as soon as we saw our bus with the engineering college’s name on top, my dad showed a signal to stop. I boarded the bus and sat next to a girl. Out of nervousness I started chatting…
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‘Tis the Season?
Prompted By Hello Darkness
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It was dark, dark, dark, for days, and the bad air made walking outside impossible for nearly six weeks. And BAM, I was clobbered by SAD symptoms--in the middle of summer.
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Our Philip Pearlstein Nude
Prompted By Priciest Purchase
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Nude on Blue Rug 1970 Our Pearlstein Nude One weekend many years ago Danny and I visited friends in Pittsburgh and they took us to a local art gallery. We had no intention of buying anything but one lithograph – Nude on Blue Rug – caught our eye, perhaps partly because we had a very similar…
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Take the A Train
Prompted By Going to Work
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I was going to call this story Ticket To Ride, but I used that for my Woodstock story. My thanks to Duke Ellington for this title.
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On Coping With the Cold War and Other Uncontrollable Facts in Life
Prompted By Cold War Coping
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King Tut
Prompted By Lost and Found
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From about 1539 BC to around 1075 BC, the Valley of the Kings, in ancient Thebes, was the burial site for the rulers and some nobility of ancient Egypt. Though known about, the exact whereabouts had been lost through the ages, until archaeological excavations led by Europeans during the time of Napoleon began in the…
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Desultory Ruminations on Procrastination
Prompted By Procrastination
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Random thoughts on why I’m a procrastinator.
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Redd’s Sledd and the Imp Do Donuts
Prompted By Potpourri (Writer's Choice)
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The cops stared, open-mouthed, at three 40-something bearded men and the motley trio of cars.
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Retrospect Post Number 241
Prompted By Retrospect Retrospective
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As we all take a well-deserved break for the month of January to reflect on the future of Retrospect, thanks to all who read and commented as I responded every week to the question, “What’s Your Story?”
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A story of laughter (not) and forgetting (much)
Prompted By Trauma
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It’s so humiliating
When you are wanting to enact your role as part of a “recently married couple”
And instead, you find yourself in a different kind of drama altogether
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