All at once…

All at once, viewed from the coffee shop window, a flock of fifty or so pigeons lifted off and rose into the air, swooping and wheeling in ragtag unison–once…twice…three times–only to gradually reassemble...

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On the naming of names…

I had returned to Oklahoma after several months on special assignment to Alaska to discover that Bumpy wasn’t Bumpy anymore–he was Gary. Of course, he was always Gary, but like many folks around town, he was known by...

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