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Rules of engagement

When to engage – when you are dealing with someone on the other end who has equal facilities as you and can offer up as much as you do. In this case – green light.When not to engage – when the person you are dealing with refuses to move their bags off the table and you can’t see the whites of their eyes because the suitcases are stacked so high that you are having to…

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Blame in on the moon

Tonight’s full moon has the effect of making me go stir crazy – I’m beating the bars of my cage – I’m about to start beating my chest – my nostrils are flaring – if anyone even for one minute believes that we are so different from animals they need only tune into their senses to know that how we smell, see, taste, touch is not that much different from an animal – or maybe…

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Woman goes on journey, comes back different

After some days of gorging on fun and food and friends, it was good to wake up in my bed this morning and re-immerse myself into routine. Two dogs walked – check. One dog walked more – check. Tea – check. Paper (cursory glance). Work – check. The noon bells of Cabrini are clanging right now. The sun is shining. It’s all good. Do I have the answers to the questions I left with – yes,…

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Home beneath my feet

L and I had a beer at the Houston airport and were talking about some details of the past. She made the comment that I had a California issue for a while back then. And I said, it was more a not being here in New Orleans issue and I just happened to be in California. I told her that if I was listening to a couple where one gets a job in another city…

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Puerto Rico

L says what she will remember from San Sebastian are the Advil and Purel advertisement people – or the Christmas decorations that we learned people don’t take down till after the festival – and I say I will remember the girls – I, N and O – and listening to Spanish. This is us in Old San Juan:

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A poem made for Rachel

Ivette forwards this after one of our conversations – her house is dotted with a few poignant sayings that all leave a lasting impression – she has had this one in her drawer for twenty years, the author now unknown: They’ve taken & burnt your caravan, they’ve thrown away your pots and pans and your half-mended wicker chairs.  They’ve pulled down your sleeves and buttoned up your collar.  They’ve forced you to sleep beneath a…

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Ivette sends me this poem – Tactic & Strategy

Táctica y Estrategia                      Mario Benedetti Mi táctica es mirarte aprender como sos quererte como sos   mi táctica es hablarte y escucharte construir con palabras un puente indestructible   mi táctica es quedarme en tu recuerdo no sé cómo ni sé con qué pretexto pero quedarme en vos   mi táctica es ser franco y saber que sos franca y que no nos vendamos simulacros para que entre los dos   no haya telón ni…

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