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Neighborhood Watch: Hanging Up the Neighborhood Shingle
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Monday, June 4, 2012. Hanging Up the Neighborhood Shingle. I also just realized I disabled the old email account that lets me get comments on this blog, which is actually sort of fitting. I can offer a few final words of gratitude without any added punctuation. So let me now finally say two simple things: Thank you, and Onward. Sad to see ...
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Neighborhood Watch: February 2012
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Wednesday, February 29, 2012. Gifts from the Dead. This ceramic tea set is compliments of Florence, who spent her final years in the care of two friends of ours - Mike and Diane - a few blocks south of us. Florence died in her home last month in the company of her hospice nurse. So it is that we ended up stewards of this midcentury, mint-c...
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Neighborhood Watch: June 2012
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Monday, June 4, 2012. Hanging Up the Neighborhood Shingle. I also just realized I disabled the old email account that lets me get comments on this blog, which is actually sort of fitting. I can offer a few final words of gratitude without any added punctuation. So let me now finally say two simple things: Thank you, and Onward. What I lack...
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Neighborhood Watch: March 2012
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Saturday, March 31, 2012. How to get to . . . It's not uncommon to liken one's neighborhood to towns of pop culture gone by. How many talk of growing up in Maybury or fearing they may one day move to Stepford? Yesterday I wasn't so much stationary as slow-moving, leisurely riding my bike home from work after an uncharacteristically good da...
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Neighborhood Watch: July 2011
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Sunday, July 31, 2011. More Fun From the Portrait Studio. I walked past my favorite shop window this morning and noticed that the proprietor, a portrait photographer, had changed his display. Saying 'cheese' is such a cliche. Say something more clever, like 'obituary' or 'bubonic plague' . . . Friday, July 22, 2011. Only my alarm clock or ...
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Neighborhood Watch: How to get to . . .
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Saturday, March 31, 2012. How to get to . . . It's not uncommon to liken one's neighborhood to towns of pop culture gone by. How many talk of growing up in Maybury or fearing they may one day move to Stepford? Yesterday I wasn't so much stationary as slow-moving, leisurely riding my bike home from work after an uncharacteristically good da...
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Neighborhood Watch: April 2012
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Monday, April 23, 2012. The People in the Neighborhood, Vol. 23. This was like a good old-fashioned rent party, all assembled by the guy above left, an organic, free-range bacon purveyor who tracked Shawn down on Facebook after hearing of the attack. Shawnimals is about to launch their Remmy Ninja in their sweet pup's honor, and I'm proud ...
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Neighborhood Watch: Tony's puts a pin in my heart (again)
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Saturday, April 14, 2012. Tony's puts a pin in my heart (again). But not with this kid. Yesterday, as I unpacked the week's haul, I discovered a dented box of water crackers. A tactical misstep along the way, I guess. But how could you begrudge this kid a handful of broken crackers? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Ding Ding Let's Ride.
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Neighborhood Watch: January 2012
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Tuesday, January 31, 2012. I was bypassed for a MacArthur Genius grant again this year, but I’ve been placed in the pool of candidates for their little-known Anti-Genius grant, set aside for those lacking in perspective, acting impetuously, or failing to anticipate the consequences of even their best intentions. See this little guy? And as...
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Neighborhood Watch: December 2011
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By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses. I'm a lot less nomadic these days. These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home. Tuesday, December 27, 2011. I probably should have realized, when the year started with two months of debilitating back pain, that 2011 would be a rough one. Was this the body's way of preparing the mind for what was to come? Hospital visits. Crushing professional disappointments. The loss of our sweet, sweet Inez. But this may be my year ...
