Spitball Army

…and then there were these stubs, found in various piles about the house, from an odd assortment of musical events that I attended before the turn of the century.

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I’ve mentioned casually several times on this blog that there are piles of things throughout my house. If you’ve been there, you know the condition; if you haven’t, there may be room for you to visit in the near future. I have been going through all the “stuff” inch by inch. There is so much of it! Here, for instance, are some ticket stubs that I have been hanging onto for some reason…maybe just to provide material for a series of blog posts!

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Top Chef Masters;
Researching my house;
American Masters: The American Novel

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So far today, I have been able to put to use the following things:

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Rain;
The library;
The Dexateens’ Singlewide

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There was a large attic vent perched right up on the crest of the roof. It dated back many decades, perhaps even back to the ’20s or ’30s (the house was built in 1925). There is only one other house with such a vent on its roof on my block. Now it is the sole house with that artifact, as I had the roofing company take it down (it was not functioning).

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Newstalk;
Scrubbing Bubbles;
House numbers

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It was rooted in the corner of a corner lot, dwarfing the Spanish-style bungalow next to it. Its branches extended high and far out over the street in all directions, safely out of danger from the automobile traffic below, and sheltering the pedestrians and others, like me, on bicycles. I would slow my pedaling to marvel at this tree whenever I rode up the hill to Laurel Road, and would slow my coasting when I returned on the downhill route to Laguna Street. The tree’s age and size seemed to engender respect automatically. I called it “Old Man Tree.”

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Bob Dylan’s New Morning;
Dexter, Season Two;
rosemary

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Tonight I finally got around to adorning the walls of my office with some of the trophies of my past professional life: the handful of gold and platinum certifications, or plaques, that my business and I were awarded.

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