Spitball Army

A man walks in and sits down two chairs away from me at the counter. The waitress meanders over to him, does the same silverware thing to him, then pulls an order pad out of her apron and begins to take his breakfast order. I stand up, pick up my silverware, lean toward the waitress and, excusing myself to them both, hand her the utensils. Then I walk out the door.

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Are they photographing these letters?

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Just found myself a nice secluded spot down by the creek, so here I am thinking of you again, as usual. The creek is very wide, and the waters are quite turbulent today. I started out on this hike looking for pussy willows, but when I saw this bench, hurried back for my stationery & book.

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I walk into the neighborhood Subway to get lunch. An Indian woman is breast-feeding her baby in full view of the food prep area and all of the other tables. I obviously looked at her, as she was facing the front door at the very first table.

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Bill has bought a house, the Ringner house – you’ll recall it, over there across from the old school grounds, next to Alma Kireeng’s house. It was practically all built over in 1925, and is modernized, so he made a pretty fair buy, even though he did pay $2500 for it…

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And just about everybody does it better than the capering loon who does soft-shoe in the White House while young Americans are dismembered and splattered in Iraq. Sometimes when he speaks I can forget who he is momentarily and find myself actually pulling for him; probably from misplaced performer empathy. His speechifying has a strong odor of remedial reading about it, combined with an apparent fear that there might be some hard words ahead.

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I’d like to get the big part of my defense schooling done that week. I now have nearly 100 hours. I like it – it’s interesting and different and I hope I can work at it this summer.

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I found myself reading the obituaries in the Birmingham News this morning, a section of the paper that I rarely investigate.  It struck me that it is an amazing challenge for a relative or friend to condense the life of a loved one to a small paragraph of newsprint in just one or two days.  Some […]

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Now, the church wants your picture to display in a framed Honor Roll – also your address under the picture – soooooooo can imagine you will have letters from many feminine admirers – ahem!

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I do want to do some canning this Summer if I can get the sugar, as so many things will be rationed. I’ll save some samplers for you.

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