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The Irish Saved Civilization But I Couldn’t

When nothing in society deserves respect, we should fashion for ourselves in solitude new silent loyalties. ― Nicólas Gómez Dávila I was at a gathering. Certain kinds of people call a barroom a gathering. Certain kinds. Most everyone was familiar, although nearly no one is here. An extranjero

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Small World

I’m getting used to living in a city again. I’ve lived in Boston for a few years. Los Angeles. But for the most part, I’ve always gravitated to the exurban life. Occasionally the suburbs would swallow the exurbs I was in, but I’d generally moved on by then.

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You’re Living in Your Own Private Ivanhoe. Or Not

The image is cropped, but I know you know who painted it. The combination of subject matter and technique is unmistakable. Man, I love illustrations like that. If Norman Rockwell was Disney, than Leyendecker was Warner Brothers. I always like his Bugs Bunny style better than Rockwell’s Mickey

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What Grok Thinks About Sippican Cottage

[Editor’s Note: Offered without comment. Author’s note: There is no editor] Critique the writing style at sippicancottage.com The blog Sippican Cottage (sippicancottage.com) is a long-running personal site run by an author who describes himself in the tagline as: “A man who has nothing in particular to recommend him

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Una Noche Perfecta

So, what shall we do on Sunday? We slept late. I still had a nap in the afternoon. Overnight sleep is earned income. It’s a crummy paycheck of rest after you punch out of your weary daily timeclock. Various taxes on your time are taken out of the

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Sam’s Got the Power

Sam (Hambone) is a friend to multiple wholly and partially owned subsidiaries of the Sippican Conglomerate. By that, I mean my older son plays gigs with him, and Sam has helped me move furniture. I had no idea he was a musician when I first met him. The

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Greatest Hits

For Dorothy

They load them on the plane roughly, it seems to me. But that is the end of it. They are rough men with tender hearts

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Bits of my life pulled out and flung on the Internet floor

The Violet Days Are Here

It’s ten degrees, but it won’t last. The sun is retreating and dragging the thermometer with it. The violet days are here. There was a

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Bits of my life pulled out and flung on the Internet floor

I Have A Friend

I work with my hands all day but I rarely injure them. A long time ago I wearied of hurting myself in minor ways and

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Sagas and Compilations