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Seeking an armadillo cure, we bring no guns but find a Trigger
Seven in the morning and it’s twilight in the Sunrise café. The curtains are still drawn on the city of Dripping Springs, Texas. City? Population 3000? Whatever. ‘It’s an old building,’ says our...
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A little dancing cowboy
It’s time I did some writing. Picked up my sleuthing Catholic priest – so to speak – where I left off. I need to do a bit of research. Don the hat of character. Pull on the coat of atmosphere. I drive...
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Two-stepping Stetsons and a bear with no face
Saturday night in Dripping Springs, Texas. It’s not, as you might think, named after the effect of high-summer heat and humidity on the human body. No. It’s Dripping Springs because of the fresh water...
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‘Michigan seems like a dream to me now …’
I started off yesterday writing a thoughtful, elegiac piece referencing music. But the longer the day wore on, the more it wore me out, the effort of trying to be calm. You see, we’ve had a tough...
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What is the sound of one hand clapping?
If you recognise that question you could be into Zen philosophy. Or you could, like me, have heard it asked in Van Morrison’s song, Enlightenment. In fact the question is derived from a Zen ‘koan’ – a...
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Gui-tars and Garter Stitch
British friends and rellies thought we were mad. I thought we were mad. Hurricane one had already hit, devastating Houston. Hurricane two was limbering up in the wings, gulping steroids. Somehow we’d...
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Dogs, logs – and more important things
It was a two walk weekend, after a week of only one. And that one was to the shops. With a brief diversion into the cemetery. Those angels. They need watching over. Angels and crosses Something about...
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