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Continue reading →: One Summer in The-Middle-of-NowhereVictor had five fingers. All told. On both hands. He surrendered the other five to a half bottle of vodka and a nap on an icy walk home from the post office cum liquor store, one exceptionally cold winter evening. Or so the story went, according to the post office…
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Continue reading →: Who Actually Makes These Rules Up, Anyway?Avto was a postman from Georgia. “Zee country, not zee state,” he explained—immediately upon meeting my nephew Dave and me, one winter morning in Estonia—just in case the thick accent wasn’t clarification enough. Avto spoke many languages, presumably, all with a similar poetic license that left his English understandable, although not…
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Continue reading →: Grandpa Joe and the Little Brown Bike That FlewGrandpa Joe was a country boy long before it was cool—many years before John Denver sang about it… Truth be told, being country was more a part of his bones than it was an identity. Joe tapped maple trees, collecting their sap and furnishing our family with a continuous supply…
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Continue reading →: Land of the FreeHuman beings are prone to rhetoric. We all are, no matter our culture, language, age, or sexual orientation (I just thought I’d throw that last one in there to make my blog hip and current)… Rhetoric probably makes life feel easier. We can have a few things that we hammer…
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Continue reading →: Return Of An Early Inhabitant of Jaunpils Castle (Circa 1301) Or Just A Glitch In The Matrix?In the autumn of 2004, more than just the leaves were changing in Latvia. We were in the midst of immense cultural, financial and political shifts: We had been members of the EU (European Union) for precisely one year; within which time, change had consumed every level of Latvian…
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Continue reading →: Disappearing Object Phenomenon: Valid Paranormal Occurrence or An Excuse For Boomers’ Failing Memories?
In the early 1980’s I took a Ghost Tour of Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, conducted by Shirley Ann Dougherty. In researching for this blog post, I learned that this particular tour was one of the first of such tours, in America. I further learned that Shirley made quite a name…
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Continue reading →: My Quest To Find The Magical, Mystical And Truly Unexplainable
I had a column in City Paper EE, an English language magazine in the Baltic region of Northeastern Europe, a few years back. This particular gig was quite literally my dream job. My editor was a young Australian woman who asked little from me other than once a month handing…
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Continue reading →: …And Then I Found My Dance
I stood in my open doorway last night, face immersed in the cool, damp, autumn air, smiling for no real reason, waiting for Egils’ bike light to pierce through the darkness. Our residential street has sparse lighting, so the intense halogen light on the front of his bike announces his…
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Continue reading →: A Houseless Adventurer Defines Home
The following is a blog I wrote last April, just prior to receiving my UK visa and returning to my Principal Home where I reunited with my Safe Man. At the time I wrote this I decided it was too personal and possibly too rambling to post. After returning to…
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