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Harley Worth a Dime (Flashback Friday)

Harley’s Bowl was where we rolled, almost every weekend.  The 60’s inspired single-story building towered over the otherwise empty field, unless the circus was in town.  The bleak architecture neither inspired nor dissuaded us.  The Nihilists  weren’t scripted yet, there… Read More ›

Square Routes

I like to write and think about the little things.  I can’t help but think that there are endless avenues that lead towards a more satisfying moment, hour, or even day.  They are small little details that pack a big… Read More ›

O Grity Seen

Sometimes, if you look hard enough at a word, you can find hidden meaning between and among its letters.  Don’t just break down the prefix, root, or suffix, or try to dig into its linguistic history.  Instead, stare at the… Read More ›