Stories

Stories about facets of lives lived and, implicitly, components of mental functions.

Editing my memory

I left Global Financial Inc. early today. Couldn’t take it. At the moment I am sitting at Sam’s café waiting for Claire. Some jittery clients are screaming at me. I may be a financial analyst but not a magician. Today the ink was black and smelled like fresh tar on a...

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Bedtime stories

My next-door neighbor, Harry B, and I are not close friends, but we have a cozy relationship. Our wives don’t. We share a huge snow blower, some power tools and once in a while a drink at the neighborhood pub rather than in each other’s home. We are each forever...

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A bench in the gym locker room

It was then and not now that I was the ‘youngest’ of 6 sitting on the wooden bench in the gym locker room. Time flies, or is it that it stumbles along? After working out, the six of us would often gather on the bench in the last row of the locker room. We were done...

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