SWAT’s response to a serial hugger, and a neighbor in crisis

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No one was shot. No police dog was released. No Tasers, no real force at all. But why did all the force come to my street? SWAT team with a BEAR CAT, 22 rifles in all for a man who had quietly confided in his brother that he’d lost his will to live? No mental health crisis team came, only heavily armed police officers.

Depression, Anthony Bourdain, and pushing, pushing, pushing our way toward the light

read more…: Depression, Anthony Bourdain, and pushing, pushing, pushing our way toward the light

I ignored both posts, not because I’m a total heathen, but because depression scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to talk about it, recognize it, feel the heat coming off the disease, because it seems that once “it” gets under one’s skin, well, you either try to burn it out with pills or tighten the belt all on your own.

Whiskey Treaty Roadshow seeks new adoring fans, find them at the Currier Friday night

read more…: Whiskey Treaty Roadshow seeks new adoring fans, find them at the Currier Friday night

The Currier Museum Side Door Series, which has launched very strong since the series began last year, selling out, I think, every show, is a great place to mix it up for a night and hear good music.  The venue is intimate with great acoustics.  Couple hundred seats and drinks, if needed, at the ready.  A perfect fit for the Queen City.

By the Light of Burning Tires I Watched My Life Go By

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As I write this, it was a week ago that I spent my last night in Pittsburg, five miles from the Canadian border, alone outside the Tiny White Box. Wanting to mark the occasion, I built a small campfire in a fire pit as the sun was going down. There, I meditated on what I’ve lived in the last nine months, reviewed the writing I’ve done (and left undone) and thought about the next stage of my journey.

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