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  • Bees and pet peeves

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    The bees are dying. A big black one upturned on a sewer grate, the kind imagined from Africa where wild things still grow excessively large. Over the weekend, Pat tried to save one from a swimming pool, but after he set the creature on dry land, it stung him anyway and died. Maybe he was…

  • Dearly Beloved,

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    Can I tell you something serious? When you outlive me, because I know you will, and I’m not just saying this because I’ve had a few beers, I’ve actually thought about this before, a few times, but when you outlive me and people ask you at my eulogy: what was life like with Pat? I…

  • Poems vs. babies

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    On Saturday, I went to Babies R Us, which is kind of a hellish-overpriced place, but I’m not going to lie and say I hated it. I can see why people spend THOUSANDS of dollars in such stores, but who needs a $60 baby bathtub? Can’t you just use a hose? I’m kidding, I’m kidding,…

  • What if…?

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    I think the past two months I’ve been holding my breath, not letting my mind wander too deeply to the “other” being in my body. Make it to 8 weeks, I told myself early. Make it to 12, I said after that. I’ve been living by numbers: week to week; appointment to appointment, not stopping…

  • Mobile is live

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    I’ve been meaning to do this for years, so thank you Angella for lighting a fire =) My amazing web elf has put together an early version of the site via mobile platform: iPad, droid, iPhone. We still need to test a few things and he’s still fine-tuning a few other things, but LUCKY YOU…

  • Firsts

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    Children amazed by the smallest high-rise in the city, the ones uptown where the train stops and destitute men with beards sleep in platform shade and wheel chairs. “He’s just tired,” the father tells the little girl. A three-legged dog hops by the window, she says hello. Her brother looks up, pressing his nose against…

  • Neil’s Not Wheeling Any More #25 March 3, 2014

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    Tim sent two emails from San Fran: 1. OK, all international legs done. U. A. Flt #6408 is posted as on time. See ya’ll soon. Later 2. Just as I sent the last, flight delayed about 1 hr. I’ll keep you posted. Steve writes: Nothing is easy. When they cleared customs in San Francisco, Neil…

  • Neil’s Wheeling #22, #23 & #24 (Almost home)

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    Neil’s Wheeling #22 Feb 28, 2014 Time writes; Well I know it has been awhile, and here we are in Bangkok staging for the long, wrong way around the world, trip home. All is very well, and we have maintained a pretty incredible and fast pace the last leg down the mighty Mekong. Just as…

  • Feather grass

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    My mom says those are feather grasses, or look like them anyway. I have no idea what they are. They don’t need a name. I ran my fingers over and through them without knowing anything about them and that was enough. They dotted one hillside on my Saturday morning hike. I’m trying to get out…

  • Neil’s Wheeling #20 & #21

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    Neil’s Wheeling #20 Feb 21, 2014 Tim writes: So, a poem from one of our new friends…a German we’ve paralleled for several days. There was a big contest in Australia about who could make the best poem about the home of the town: Timbuktu. The first one: I was a priest all of my life,…