Saucerful of Secrets and a Sidewalk Symphony of Smells (and a postscript)

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Much has happened during this time I’ve been down, some of which I’ll be able to share with the world shortly. One thing is that I’ve had meals with six (6) (VI) of the 14 folks I named on New Year’s Day as people I wanted to reconnect with.  The resolution continues.

Act of God or municipal malfunction? Jan. 7 water main break leaves family carless

read more…: Act of God or municipal malfunction? Jan. 7 water main break leaves family carless

I’m no legal expert. But when I hear “act of God,” I think about hurricanes and tornadoes, Noah-level floods, plagues of frogs, stuff like that. Especially here in New Hampshire, snow and cold temperatures don’t strike me as an act of God. More like the cold hard latitude and longitude of living in the northeast. We prepare for it. We allow for it when it comes to things like buying a year’s worth of road salt, or setting aside enough money to pay plow drivers overtime during a snow storm.

Don’t be fooled by Walmart’s promotional stunt about increasing wages

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This week the nations largest employer made national news by announcing they would raise their minimum wage to $11 an hour and provide a $1,000 bonus to 1.5 million American employees. A closer review of this announcement shows that it is all a publicity stunt.

Part 2: Hermit with a pastor’s heart (or how I managed to avoid death, make some jokes and maybe help a veteran)

read more…: Part 2: Hermit with a pastor’s heart (or how I managed to avoid death, make some jokes and maybe help a veteran)

If I’d known he was really going to come, perhaps bearing weapons and bad intentions, I would have used those extra hours for more than hanging out with Sam (is a dog), reading and eating lunch. I was stuck choosing between thanking Adam for postponing my murder, berating him for being tardy or improvising.

Part 1: Today is not a good day to die – waiting for a murderer (or a really sad man)(or no one at all)

read more…: Part 1: Today is not a good day to die – waiting for a murderer (or a really sad man)(or no one at all)

I don’t often write these things in real time, but today I must. It’s 10:08 a.m., Monday, January 8, I’m sitting inside the Warriors@45North* bunkhouse, a space I’ve never been in alone. After talking with Doc and Chief this morning, I came in here, started the fire and now I wait. For what? I don’t know.

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