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“Greg Swann has insights into emotion on levels that really make you think. He can pluck that one annoying gray hair with pinpoint accuracy. He is a philosopher of sorts and he says and does what philosophers do. He shakes you to the bone, bumps your cup and lets you see what spills out. You see what you see and he sees what he sees. I’ll bet they are dramatically similar and extraordinarily different.” –Jeff PriceMy favorite job title is Poet. Why? No license, no union, no credentialism. If you can learn, you will. If you can't, you won't waste my time. I grow regardless.
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Dusty
An elegy of hope and love.
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Traindancing
Bedtime stories for your inner child from The Mall of Misfit Families.
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Las Vegas Redemption
Pastor Trey Coyle and the reincarnation of Sarno’s Ghost.
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Shyly’s delight
Work, play and love like a Labrador.
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Nine empathies
Apprehending love and malice.
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Father’s Day
More Married. More Husband.
More Father. More Man.
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Loving Cathleen
A Love To Live Up To
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Sun City
Loved ones die. Life goes on.
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Losing Slowly
How Las Vegas lost its mojo – and how to get it back
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Christmas at the speed of life...
Ramblin' Gamblin' Willie's Christmas stories
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The Unfallen
A love story
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- PresenceOfMind.net – a weblog I maintained in the early years of the new millenium.
- BloodhoundBlog – a national real estate weblog I started and contribute to. Much of the content there will be real estate related, but everything I write is focused on the self, and this is best represented in the longer essays.
- SplendorQuest.com – a weblog devoted to celebrating the uniquely human life.
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President Biff Tannen in four words: Accidentally like an übermensch.
“What? Me, president?”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie Story Thursday, January 26, 2017 “So here’s the idea,” said Manny Kant. “It’s the ‘Big’ trope – boy wakes up in adult’s body – but with a twist.” “Seen it, done it, took a … Continue reading →
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Cultivating oak trees – for Christmas: “Unbroken things can survive unbroken forever.”
“It’s the same with love at first sight: If you don’t break it, it’s never broken. And if it’s your first love, you’ll never have a broken heart – another impossibility. And the same can go for her, too: The … Continue reading →
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Blow Hard: How The Meshugonoph Grabbed Festivus.
Blow, Meshuga. Blow.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Sunday, December 24, 2017 Every Gnome down in Notown craved Marxist hypnosis, but the Meshugonoph – from Doughtown – cried “Misdiagnosis!” He didn’t know better – but he knew better than them, for … Continue reading →
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Ladybug’s Christmas dismissal: “The best argument against women in the workplace? Women in the workplace.”
“Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home. Your ovaries are blazing and your biscuits are burned.”Photo by: Gabriel GonzálezA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Tuesday, December 19, 2017 “Classy broad. A real lady.” Ladybug said that, nodding toward the television over the bar. No … Continue reading →
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A dumpster diver’s Christmas.
A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Sunday, December 24, 1995 – Christmas Eve I can be counted upon to walk, after all. When everybody’s nowhere and even the laundromats are empty. When the respectable stores are closed and the line at … Continue reading →
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Fifty Shades of Bubba: Christmas at The Sex Addiction Clinic of Misfit Celebrities.
Bill Clinton looked at Garrison Keillor. “What are you doing here, farmboy? The last time you had a dirty thought, you wrote a book about it. Matt Lauer’s trying to get back at the jocks in his high school – … Continue reading →
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How I got thrown out of Walmart at Christmas for unauthorized salesmanship.
“My name is Loco Willie and I am loco for frisky dogs, precocious children, classy broads and cheap, red guitars.”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Friday, December 1, 2017 “Don’t you know any other songs?” The kid we’re going to call Stingray … Continue reading →
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For Thanksgiving, an elegy of hope: “Loving is a gerundive, Dusty, and her name is Amanda.”
Uncle Willie wrote his very first Thanksgiving story this year, but it’s much too long to be a blog post. Here’s an extract: From Dusty: An elegy of hope and love. “What now?”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Thursday, November 23, … Continue reading →
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A match made in the heavens and a love for all the ages: Why Madelyn Nguyen’s always gonna win.
Madelyn Nguyen sat very still for a long time, a finger by her mouth, her eyes aimed nowhere, lost in thought. She said, “It sounds kind of like the neutron stars.” Forty-five months old.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Thursday, October 19, 2017 “Tell … Continue reading →
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Driving the conversation: Here’s to better days for The Movie Mogul.
“Here’s to better days! All aboard!”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story Saturday, October 14, 2017 “Here’s to better days.” I said that to The Movie Mogul. It seemed like the thing to do. He was shocked, to say the truth. It … Continue reading →
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Liar’s Poker: You can’t win in Vegas – or anywhere – until you know what you’re playing for.
“You want to win. I could be more circumspect, but I’m trying to be respectful of your time. You want the win, and this is how Poker tournaments get decided at the end, by chop. If you insist we go … Continue reading →
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How the Rape of the Sabine Women helped me sue for peace and racial harmony.
“Do you get the point of the story? It’s about exogamy — out-marriage. When a black man marries a white woman, or the other way around, two families that may once have hated each other are now united by their … Continue reading →
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How did Reggie and Shake buy their way into adulthood? With Bitcoin, of course.
Who wants to go zipline kayaking?Photo by: Mike MozartA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story September 16, 2017 “So we’re in Dick’s Sporting Goods, all the way up in the steel scaffolding in the ceiling. You know how it’s all open up … Continue reading →
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America’s Most Educated: “We know you only want what’s best for your kids. And you can’t have it.”
Worse than uninformed adulation is informed contempt. But never fear, for there is a fate in America that is far worse than education. Re-education.A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story October 19, 1996 Little Tommy Carruthers wasn’t looking for trouble. In fact … Continue reading →
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Cinderella’s memories of the zoo.
A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story October 22, 1996 Cinderella was in a snit, and who could blame her? She was an orphan swarmed by a family of strangers, accidental intimates, pushy and intrusive and unwelcome. And the most distant stranger … Continue reading →