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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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Loving Cathleen
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Ramblin' Gamblin' Willie's Christmas stories
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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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For Father’s Day, sympathy for the trans-aborted.
“How can you live your authentic reality as a stuffed animal if you can’t be laundered? Are the trans-furry to be forevermore mislabeled as ‘Dry Clean Only’?”A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story June 18, 2015 “So here’s a question for you,” … Continue reading →
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What would Mohammed do? Just about anything, apparently, provided it’s petty, pathetic and cruel.
“We were watching horse racing by simulcast at the Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore, home of the Preakness Stakes, and everything in the place seemed to be old and dirty and badly maintained. No skin off my nose. You can … Continue reading →
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Finding visibility, absolution and closure at the choo-choo train at the mall on New Year’s Eve.
Woo-woo!A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 31, 2015 When I got back with the train, the Lonely Guy was still sitting there on the bench across the way, his elbows on his knees, his palms supporting his chin. I had … Continue reading →
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How to slay dragons.
A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story And now I am a man-killer. We live with the consequences of our choices, and we cannot fail to live with all the consequences of all our choices. Sic semper nobis, sic etiam mihi. Thus … Continue reading →
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Courtney at the speed of life.
A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story January 1, 1997 – New Year’s Day “Lord-a-mercy!” I said in my thickest southern drawl. “Somebody tell god to take the rest of the week off. He has made perfection, and there ain’t no topping … Continue reading →
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“Merry Christmas, Princess Peach.”
There is only one Christmas, isn’t there? Even at the airport there is only one Christmas. Luigi smiled, and his face bore not the smallest hint of sadness. “Merry Christmas, Chloe.” He leaned forward and kissed the slumbering golden girlchild … Continue reading →
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A father for Christmas.
“If you give your daughter a father she can be proud of, then one day she’ll bring home a son-in-law you can be proud of. And then you’ll know for sure that your grandchildren will have a father to look … Continue reading →
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Christmas in Las Vegas with Kim Jong-un.
“You adorn your body with comical uniforms and undeserved medals, and you plaster your name with ridiculous titles, all to make up for your fundamental emptiness. You live your life as the empty puppet of an empty doctrine, and everyone … Continue reading →
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A canticle for Kathleen Sullivan.
From the Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie Christmas story collection, available at Amazon.comA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story December 23, 2002 I got to the hospital after visiting hours, but the nurse led me to the room anyway. “There hasn’t been anyone,” she … Continue reading →
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Talkin’ ’bout my g-generation: “They paved paradise and put up a robot’s tit.”
I threw my head back and looked up at the sleek black mess, thinking that it was a delicious irony that the desiccated curators had taken the most horizontal art form in Western history and rendered it as a pyramid. … Continue reading →
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‘Bigger Than Elvis’…
“Bigger Than Elvis, man… A livin’ legend.”By: Daniele PratiA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story October 13, 1986, Greenwich Village, NY “I coulda been the biggest star of all!” The swarthy man with the approximated beard was half in his cups. Or … Continue reading →
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“Wha’s happenin’?” “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
The Harried Harrier turned to the Senior Partner, a very expensive-looking, very reserved gentleman. He said: “Do you say this is happening?” The Senior Partner did not even look at Harrier. Instead, he began to poke at the elevator’s controls … Continue reading →
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Superman.
“Little boys need their daddies.”Photo by: Ryan DickeyA Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story The little boy came gamboling up to me when I was just over the ridge. He was big for three, small for four, and cute by any measure. … Continue reading →
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Pavlov’s sheep at the WTO…
“What a prize herd of sheep! They stand here in shoes made by shoeless Malaysians, wearing goose-down coats assembled in the frigid climes of Honduras, slurping down overpriced espresso from Africa, and they proceed to lecture the world on world … Continue reading →
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Freeing Jefferson’s slaves.
“But education doesn’t stop when we’re toddlers; that’s when it begins! And that’s when we hand the reins over to the ‘educators’, the ‘professionals’. And they take children enslaved by their ignorance and lead them to the charnel house of … Continue reading →