Spitball Army

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In just a two-block area of Avondale, I spied most of these sights. The painted wall advertisement seems to have had a lively life in this small enclave of old brick buildings. Avondale “Center” had, until the past few years, been populated mainly by used car lots, rundown gas stations and crumbling buildings. Things have […]

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When I go to the Winn-Dixie, I like to go through the self-checkout line and choose Spanish instead of English.

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That time you did that thing, well, it came at just the right moment. And I really appreciated the phone call – it was totally unexpected and great to hear your voice. That comment about me that you expressed to those people really helped me. And your handwritten letter. And that bottle of wine you […]

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I feel certain that the mob of local citizens that I saw filling Party City this afternoon to the point of tick-fullness has just materialized on my street. Screaming and running and chatter and color combinations one rarely sees the other 364 days of the year – that’s what’s happening. Currently, a ghost-boy and a […]

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I see my next door neighbor on his porch this morning and holler a hello. “What are you dressing up as tonight?” he asks me because, you know, it’s Halloween. “As a next door neighbor,” I respond, and he laughs. “How about you?” “I’m gonna be a bitter old man,” he answers, and I laugh, […]

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