I spent six glorious, formative summers at the National Music Camp in Interlochen, Michigan. Founded in 1928 on an old logging camp, in a pine forest, between two lakes, it is the granddaddy of arts camps and was heaven on earth for me and like-minded friends. We waited all year to get there and not…
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Suprise Me
Sound the Call to Dear Old Interlochen
Prompted By Camp
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I spent six glorious, formative summers at the National Music Camp in Interlochen, Michigan. Founded in 1928 on an old logging camp, in a pine forest, between two lakes, it is the granddaddy of arts camps and was heaven on earth for me and like-minded friends. We waited all year to get there and not…
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We have met the Enemy–Retroflash
Prompted By 9/11 Twenty Years Later
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It is not foreign terrorists who invaded the US Capitol, corrupted democracy, attacked the press, blocked voting, tried to install an unelected autocrat, attacked public health, imposed punishments with religious zealotry against women, or damaged the rule of law.
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A Sub-Saharan Spirit Rave
Prompted By Daydreaming
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We met at the bottom of the crater and began to hug each other and dance.
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Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll
Prompted By Sex, Drugs, and Rock & Roll
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Sex, Drugs & Rock & Roll! It’s all happening again. Right now! It’s the ultimate do-over. Okay, the sex is likely not the same. The drugs aren’t, likely, the same. The Rock & Roll, likely, but may be is, or not, the same. That is, if you still listen to your favorite golden oldies, dare…
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Susanna at the Cemetery
Prompted By Final Farewell
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There’s more than one way to break eggs
Prompted By Prison
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He must have noticed that the word “kidnapping” shocked us. He took the time to give us the word-for-word definition from the California Criminal Code: “Moving another person a substantial distance, without the person's consent, by means of force or fear.”
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Give Me Just A Little More Time
Prompted By Exams
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Wow, blue books! So many memories! I considered calling the story “Blank Space” — because there was always a lot more blank space than writing in my blue books — but figured this crowd wouldn’t know the Taylor Swift song, so I went with a 1970 song that applies equally well to my exam-taking experience.…
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Pink Ribbons on my License
Prompted By Learning to Drive
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We took Driver’s Ed during a free period in high school. Since I was in choir, took PE for two years, then a semester of typing, I didn’t have any free periods until second semester of my junior year in high school. I was already 16, so I was 16 1/2 by the time I…
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