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Once More With Feeling

I’m heading to the hospital tomorrow for another surgery, although compared to the last one this is like a particularly aggressive, deep tissue massage.  Too bad Dr. Frenchy doesn’t offer happy endings. Of course the comparative differential between the...

The Last Place I’ll Ever Live

This month marks the 18th year that I have lived in the same apartment building. I moved in on March 15, 1995 and just never left. I thought about it many times; even looked for new apartments closer to whatever job it was that I happened to have at that time (there...