Past Perfect
Smoking the Parade
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It was a midnight blue,’47 Plymouth 4-door that Mauro Luna sold us for $85
The Re-Con
If our irrational national pastime is football, then the clueless, groping Nazi appeaser in the White House makes sense
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It is choreographed violence and nothing less
Santa Maria Journal
Storm defies la canicula and rains bounty on a parched landscape
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I find here the redemptive, restorative power of work.
Past Perfect
The 1950s and 60s of our childhood were the heyday of guns
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We were the Gunmen from Laredo
Ay te watcho
My double dip into 50th class reunions; skip the cosmetic surgery – we can’t see
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The reunion motto was: “You haven’t changed a bit!”
Past Perfect
Remembering Chiqui Torres: May 1967, up there on the roof, a chapter of our lives closed and the page turned to our futures
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He was my dear companion in hilarity, the friend of a lifetime.
The Re-Con
The Lay of the Land: westering from “the Point of Beginning”
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The beginning of the Public Land Survey System in the U.S.
