I was giving blood the other day for my semi-annual physical. That’s a sure sign you’re on the far side of the 50, when it becomes a semi-annual physical, and having blood drawn becomes a regular ritual. That used to be something I dreaded, but now I’m used to getting stuck with needles.
Now the worst part is fasting, not being able to down a cup of coffee seconds after my feet touch the floor. I get to the lab soon as it opens at 7 a.m. so I can return home and savor that first cup of joe.
As I sat across from the young woman preparing to stick me, my fist clenched and the tourniquet...
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Gary, Texas — It is a gray day in Gary and throughout the Piney Woods, rain falling in sheets at times. I am traveling farm roads over swollen creeks, relying on my phone’s GPS to find the home of a couple I am set to interview, who live a few miles from this small town. My store-bought GPS, nicknamed Gretel because she leaves electronic bread crumbs for me to follow, denies Gary’s existence for unknown reasons. Luckily the app on my phone provides the route. I remember roughly how to get to Gary, but not to where this couple lives. Besides, I have relied on a GPS too long now to be adept...
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A longtime reader of these ramblings recently mailed me a newspaper clipping of a column I wrote nearly 20 years ago. He read it while working for Amtrak in Pennsylvania as a locomotive engineer on the Philadelphia to Harrisburg run. He stopped to grab lunch and bought a copy of the Harrisburg Patriot-News, which ran the column, originally written for the Nacogdoches paper. I was advocating that the United States get rid of the penny because it is a nuisance, cost more to produce than it’s worth, and doing so could help cut the deficit.
The reader, Joe McCarthy, and I have exchanged correspondence...
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