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Things work out
Last Sunday morning we were awoken by Christmas carols. The choir was singing “The First Noel” at the Presbyterian Church next door. The church’s steeple reached the 12th floor, and we could see it out the bedroom window. The rich tones of the choir wafted up and gently woke Lisa and I. I knew it…
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The special education bus
The bus smells. Like moldy gouda sitting in a Norwegian sauna for three days. Wednesday’s bus ride was an education. Not like a field trip to the Wyth Museum or a ride down the information superhighway. This bus ride was like Dante’s Inferno, only instead of seven levels of hell, there were five subdistricts of New Jersey.…
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Liz Edwards, R.I.P.
Elizabeth Edwards, estranged wife of disgraced presidential candidate John Edwards, died today at age 61 after a six-year battle with breast cancer. I had the chance to meet and interview Elizabeth two years ago during one of John’s campaign stops in Marengo. John Edwards was making his second run for the presidency, and he was gaining…
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So here we are
They let me in. I found my spot and Philadelphia is now my home. The day started as an innocuous Saturday. Lisa was at a seminar. I slept in til 11, dicked around on the Internet and watched the Harry Potter marathon. By dinner time, the definition of my Philadelphia existence started to emerge. We went to…
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30 Lessons, part 1
It has been 30 days since I moved to Philadelphia. Amazing. It has flown by faster than Spring Break in Porta Vallerta. In the last month, I have experienced several new life experiences. From running up the front porch of the Philadelphia Museum of Art to playing the slots in Atlantic City. With each days,…