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My Front Porch...: July 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Friday, July 28, 2006. Yet we merely boarded up our windows with plywood and enough duct tape to encircle the globe, then watched our neighbors as they packed up their panel wagons and headed for motels in the center of the state or to the National Guard armory for a couple nights of relative safety on rickety army cots. My family never budged. Why such a foolhardy lot, you ask? My mother, who hated do...
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My Front Porch...: May 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Sunday, May 07, 2006. That doesn't sound quite right, does it. Let me explain. Seems my editor at the Livingston County News thought enough of my column to enter me in the NY Press Association's yearly contest. I was awarded second place in our circulation division. That's where the WOO-HOO! Comes in. Go ahead, try it, it's fun. Pg 14, I think. Preview: zany, wry and clever). Posted by gloria @ 12:21 AM.
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My Front Porch...: December 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Friday, December 22, 2006. Twas The Night Before Deadline,. A Writer’s Tale of Woe. Twas the night before deadline, finally quiet in the house. I had just settled down with my Microsoft mouse. A shiny pink disk I popped into its slot. In the hopes that a few more words I could jot. Then what to my wondering eyes did appear,. But a paragraph gone and a line quite unclear. Posted by gloria @ 11:20 PM.
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My Front Porch...: January 2007
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Monday, January 08, 2007. Buddha In The Bathtub. I don’t know who coined the phrase, be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it, but whoever it was, I’ll bet they had a Buddha in the bathtub experience, too. Yeah, I guess that needs a little explanation, doesn’t it? Imagine Buddha in a bathtub, I replied. Then there was the whole shower fiasco. Then you’ll also know what contortions it...
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My Front Porch...: April 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Thursday, April 13, 2006. Just When You Thought It Was Safe. To Go Back Into The Diner. A tribute to author, Peter Benchley, 1940-2006). What is it about the words All You Can Eat painted on. Plate glass that causes a normal, rational human being with a normal, rational appetite, to turn a Sunday morning breakfast into a feeding frenzy? And then, as though by yet another mysterious signal, all is calm&...
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My Front Porch...: November 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Wednesday, November 29, 2006. It had gotten so bad that, virtually, every nook was filled, every cranny was.what is a cranny anyway? And is it built in to their DNA or something, this obsession men have with saving tiny screws in baby food jars? My packrattery is much worse than Dan’s, however. Much, much worse. While his stuff is generally relegated to the barn and attic and ocassionally the t...Mayon...
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My Front Porch...: September 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Saturday, September 30, 2006. Stink In The Dark. There was a time when a person could have recognized their best friend’s home, even if blindfolded, by smell alone. Once, everyone’s home had a distinct aroma. A trademark smell unlike any other’s. Believe me, I know, because these smells are imprinted upon my memory. Bakery pastries. I loved grocery day at her house. Motor oil, cigarettes. But, lately I...
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My Front Porch...: August 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Friday, August 25, 2006. No News Is Good News. Just as I’m about to get a handle on my creeping mold paranoia, someone sends me one of those phobia-producing email forwards reporting that two super black holes are on a collision course with one another, each with the capability of sucking up several universes, the latest model Hummer, and a bunch of new Wal-Marts. Will my VCR stop flashing 8:08? And if...
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My Front Porch...: June 2006
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Gloria Slater's humor archives. I don't have a lot to say, but when I do it sounds something like this. Tuesday, June 27, 2006. I Only Have Isotopes For You,. Or How to Lower Your Self Esteem In One Afternoon. You are then denied your clothing from the waist up and plastered with electrodes arranged upon your chest in the traditional 'Cross Your Heart Hope To Die Stick A Needle In Your Eye' design. Or merely something to make you crazy and feel worse than you already do? And off we go to the heart photog...
