Again in America

I never wanted to go to Las Vegas. It was never on my bucket list of places to visit or things to do. I had no interest in the bright lights, The Strip, the casinos, that silly sign that sits obnoxiously on the edge of the city as a photobomb for tourists who stand in …

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Dear Lottery Winner, What if?

Dear $758 Million Lottery Winner, I woke up this morning and discovered the bad news. I was not the big money winner of last night’s Powerball drawing. Instead, you were. Congratulations. Then, I discovered more bad news. After walking up to my local deli, and plugging my own two lottery tickets under the scanner (I …

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Happy Mother’s Day To One Brave Lady

I was about an hour away from having a doctor stick a knife into me and splice open my skin when the nerves started getting the better of me. This was just about three years ago and, in the larger scheme of things, going under the knife for an umbilical hernia was rather minor surgery …

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Better Late Than Never: Thank You, Mr. Murphy

I was sitting at the corner of the bar minding my own business when I felt him grab my arm. "C'mon, John," Mike Murphy said in his Irish brogue. "I need you." The next thing I knew I was standing on the edge of a bar fight with two men awash in alcohol-induced machismo verbally …

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Sometimes You Just Want To Feel Close To Home

Walking through the under belly of Wesleyan University's Freeman Athletic Center in Middletown, Connecticut, I came across the Colby College hockey team. I was there for the 2017 National High School Squash Championships. The Mules were there to play hockey. One by one, earphones plugged in to drown out the outside, they were lugging their gear …

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Bangor – The Place Where Changes Collide

As I stood waiting for my turn at the counter, one of the two ladies standing next to me had obviously imbibed in a little too much Christmas cheer. "Connecticut Huskies?" the older one asked. "Yeah," I replied, knowing she had read the words and logos on my gray hoodie sweatshirt. "I live in Connecticut." …

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