Spitball Army

Aiming to fill a hole in my filmic vocabulary, and to be on a more level standing with my Auteurs cohorts, I rented Stalker.

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When I got up, slightly past 6, I went directly to the kitchen and put the coffee on. One look out the window and I could see that the landscape had changed in just 60 minutes. I grabbed my camera and walked out onto the front porch.

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The clickety-clack of the rear claws of one of my cats running down the hallway into the bedroom to find the source of the thud…

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While I was growing up, our house was the evening stop on Christmas Eve for relatives and friends, who would congregate in the late afternoon and early evening for a meal centered on the contents of two very large pots on my mother’s stovetop. One contained pinto beans, soaked and seasoned for a couple of days, and piping hot. The other contained her wonderful chili, a crock-pot treatment of which I have perfected over the ensuing decades. The meal also had a few other key ingredients.

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Tom & John’s house at Christmas

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A home-owner using a blowtorch to melt ice on his back porch accidentally set fire to his North End triple-decker Monday, officials said.

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Kevin & Melissa’s house at Christmas

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