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Archive for August, 2008

Going to the Grocery Store

A Trip to the Grocery Store I was first going to start with how my Boppy and Grandma first met, and that was on a blind double date in Detroit, Michigan, in 1928, when my Boppy bravely dove into a rooftop hotel swimming pool, admitting to no one that he did not know how to swim, [...]

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“You are very funny in writing. How can I bring it out of you in person?” —— Hard nipples. That was a search term for today that brought someone to my blog. I have no idea what’s going on.    

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What you need to understand is that prior to blogging and digital cameras, it was very difficult for your average person to convey thoughts and pictures to large audiences without friends in the publishing industries. The painting you see to the left was created by my grandmother Catherine Augusta Rademacher Gibson in 1986, before such [...]

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This was a search term that somehow directed someone to my blog.  —— Because WordPress tells me nearly anything and everything about my readers, except for who they actually are, another data point I have is that not one single person has clicked on F-StopMarin.com over on the margin over there to the right, and I [...]

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Jeanne Villa of Novato just won the romance category in the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. Contestants submit the worst possible opening sentence they can think of. Villa’s winning entry reads as follows: Bill swore the affair had ended, but Louise knew he was lying, after discovering Tupperware containers under the seat of his car, which were [...]

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If they didn’t think I was psycho, I just know that they’d really like me.  – Me in therapy today, talking about Gumbo Lambrusco’s (my first love) friends.

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Readers may recall my earlier described back pain, caused by, I’m sure of it, cleaning my house. Well, as you might imagine, after racing at the criterium in Minden, NV, the next day, I was in pain. I lay sprawled flat on my back in the grass, whimpering and whining, and none of my friends really [...]

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