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In the primordial state, before gelling into the being I am today, I oozed with enthusiasm for amusement parks. Crowds back then didn’t bother me as much because those parks were where rides lived. Even those supposedly scary, yet instead were shlocky, filled me with glee. The so-called houses of horror were always more silly Read more
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It’s no revelation that someone who can’t swim & has ‘the hydrophoby’ (couldn’t resist the reference to rabies from movies like Old Yeller) might not muse rhapsodically on water. Though I don’t recall my early bath times, my family likes to tell the story of toddler-me running naked through the house yelling “Betta hide!” when Read more
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Childhood found me the author & illustrator of stapled-together books, some of which ran backwards because I confused right & left. Later I penned magazines & newspapers, all fictional. By the time I reached 7th grade, an English teacher trotted out that old chestnut ‘Write what you know.’ My life at that juncture consisted of Read more
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Prior to this interwebs era people wandered around with TMI they were aching to impart. Total strangers had more of a filter in person, but they still lacked the ‘know your audience’ creed. Many would zero in on the person sans Walkman headphones. Those music listeners missed out, I think. Not being otherwise engaged, I Read more
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On one occasion that I almost blundered into my untimely demise I can place the blame on my childhood obsession with swashbuckling & the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Having a weird luck has kept me from ever being arrested or seriously injured by acts of peril. My Grim would be a different Reaper that Read more
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