Driving Hard Across the Plain
Posted on Monday, April 25, 2005 @ 12:25 am
Filed Under Musick, Stories
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Joan and I heard Garnet Rogers when he was in town last year; that was a powerful evening built on what I took to be a version of his standard performance set. Tonight's show, before a substantially smaller audience, was quite different; perhaps more relaxed, differently introspective, with fewer tales. Garnet's a droll story-teller, a strong and exceptional singer, a very good writer--and an formidible guitarist. He played six or eight guitars over the course of the concert; each instrument change had musical justification, rewarded different technical skills, and improved the song.
Varsity
Posted on Sunday, April 10, 2005 @ 10:46 pm
Filed Under Bicycling, Stories
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Mom & Dad were about to leave on vacation--New Orleans, I think--when Mom handed me a couple twenties and said I should get my bike working while they were gone. Not sure what provoked the assignment, but it's fair to say it changed my life....
Akers Memories
Posted on Monday, November 15, 2004 @ 12:00 pm
Filed Under Lost Friends, Obituaries, Political Process, Stories
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What I think the portrait misses is that Owen's heavy workload was fairly seamless; I had contacts with him in several of his roles and he was always the same person, working on the same causes, and finding reinforcement from his friends and colleagues as he moved from meeting to meeting. A strenuous life, yes, and not everyone loved Owen Akers, but many did.
Contacting Voters
Posted on Thursday, October 7, 2004 @ 8:34 pm
Filed Under Political Process, Stories
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Been there. I helped run a county-wide voter contact campaign for the Kalamazoo Democrats in 1972. Part of the effort was coordinated by a student group whose only real interest was the presidential contest. A quick glance at the voter survey sheets returned from the campus made it clear that only the McGovern ratings could be trusted. Since we caught the fraud before passing the forms to other organizations, the faked forms mainly made my sister angry. Very angry.
McNair
Posted on Tuesday, September 7, 2004 @ 12:36 pm
Filed Under Army Career, Basic Training, Stories
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But boy he looked fine while he failed. Good days and bad, the man was impeccable, in a BCT sort of way. His fatigues were always starched, his boots always had a perfect shine, his comportment was beyond reproach. Everything was done with a flair. Even the failures were stylish.
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