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member name: Ron Jenkins
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July 18, 2007 10:15 PM EDT --
We drove into Sturgis, and cruised slowly through a gauntlet of motorcycles of every type and description. There were bikers from all over the country in every mode of dress imaginable. Some . . .
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April 03, 2009 10:51 PM EDT --
I never bailed so much water in my life, but at least this boat was still floating. Dawn broke, and so did the weather. Breedlove was wrapped in the "blanket sail," and snoring loud. I searched . . .
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July 11, 2007 07:02 PM EDT --
Today, I received this in my baseball bat beaten mailbox down at the the end of the lane at the trailer park.
Dear Parrot Owner:
We know who you are. We have your parrot. You have until . . .
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September 10, 2007 09:09 PM EDT --
The sun pushed its way through the canopy of fall leaves and cast dappled light on dried leaves, but the boy ignored the beauty of it all, and hurried on his way. It was something . . .
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October 28, 2007 09:47 PM EDT --
Yes, that's right. Win every single invasion, war, occupation, democracy spreading, end of the muzzle freedom force feeding, or whatever your little heart desires to call it.
"Eureka," . . .
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January 08, 2009 02:04 PM EST --
There was a shyness at our first meeting requiring patience, or was it distrust?
Her . . .
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March 23, 2009 12:35 PM EDT --
Today, another newspaper closed it doors. The Rocky Mountain News. This recent end of another rag brings the grand total to...120 newspapers ending printed publication since January 2008. However, the . . .
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March 31, 2009 08:57 PM EDT --
"What the hell am I going to do with the Rambler?" I asked Breedlove.
"Park it over there. I have to get something before we decide which tramp steamer we need to board."
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July 09, 2007 11:59 PM EDT --
I slammed the door again on my way out just to get my 11-year-old point across with some punctuation, and shoved my hands in the pockets of my striped bell-bottoms. Out in the yard, pocked with holes dug . . .
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July 12, 2007 02:56 PM EDT --
I picked it up on the first ring.
"Hello, " I said. A silent moment had me wondering if it was Betty Lou Gladstone's rotten brats calling again to ask if my refrigerator . . .
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July 13, 2007 02:26 PM EDT --
I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to, I struggled to pull myself up using the edge of the card table for leverage. Surely, it must have been a bad dream. But alas, the bird cage door . . .
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March 18, 2009 09:13 PM EDT --
Roy G. Biv passed away today in Hoopup, PA at the age of 93. Mr. Biv was famous for his name being used by school children to learn the primary colors. Once, before the "No Child Left Behind Act," . . .
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March 28, 2009 02:43 PM EDT --
It was sometime in May, or maybe it was June. The warm months in Appalachia ran together like spilled paint for us young kids living in the early 60's. Our world . . .
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August 30, 2009 04:20 PM EDT --
The relentless rain pounded the rooftops of the coal company town shacks for three straight days and nights. Those fortunate enough to have shingles were spared the deafening drum rolls that those with . . .
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April 06, 2009 01:34 PM EDT --
Breedlove scooped up the dufflebag, and picked up two full bottles of rum near our fire. He shoved them in the bag along with the four remaining bottles. Two empty bottles lay nearby and he tossed one . . .
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June 18, 2009 12:04 AM EDT --
So, there I was sitting on an old anvil I bought at a flea market last Saturday. I find it comforting for some reason, and my hemmorhoids actually seem to be a lot better. I have the anvil in the front . . .
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September 04, 2007 04:38 PM EDT --
It was summer's last dying breath, before autumn's arrival to take command of a new season. A time when fat gray squirrels romped about signaling their presence with anxious barks and waving their . . .
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September 09, 2007 11:28 PM EDT --
It wasn't long ago there were two boys. One poor, one rich. They played the same games even though they lived hundreds of miles apart. The poor boy in his tattered blue jeans, and hand-me-down shirts . . .
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April 24, 2009 01:17 AM EDT --
Would you consider teabagging a form of torture?
And if so, why.
The Official Kilgore Trout of Gather.
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September 10, 2007 12:20 PM EDT --
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977112142
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