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Minnie and BowWow Discuss Alpo

BowWow: That can of Alpo has been sitting on the fucking counter for a month. Minnie: They bought it for us to celebrate the Westminster Dog Show. BowWow: Celebrate? Some spoiled brat German Shepherd named Rumor – what the hell kind of name is that? – is the best dog. Big fucking deal. They should open…

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Do the Bold Thing

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: I’m no stranger to bold things. Two marriages that kind of happened out of the blue. Children we had to go get from a foreign country. Jobs taken and quit. Brinksmanship of varying types. Once, after having been driven to complete madness by a married lover, I drove to his house, knocked on the door and told his wife who I was. She invited me in and we had an interesting chat around the kitchen table, the three of us, almost like we’d been neighbors for years. I don’t remember if there was coffee. She seemed unperturbed, though, like possibly I wasn’t the first happy…

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In the Travel Bubble

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: The three older women on the plane could have been related, could have been sisters, maybe triplets, their hair cut short and practical, each with a big bag full of electronics, wearing their traveling clothes and dozing off and on for the three and a half hours it would…

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Sightseeing

It was just before this moment, when the road was on the rise and had been for several winding miles, that we passed a man on the side of the road pushing a grocery cart loaded with bags and belongings. He wore the familiar layers of a homeless person, topped by a khaki jacket and…

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Out of the Park

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: Anyone who questions whether Prince Fielder has a proper athlete’s body never watched him play with his clothes on. Trust me, he’s an athlete. He grew up hitting balls out of Tiger Stadium in Detroit, every part of that body came from baseball. There’s no pretending there. That’s a…

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A Quick Trip to Ajo

When we travel, we figure out where the tourist towns are and then we head the other way. Today’s trip was to Ajo, Arizona, a very small town 43 miles north of the Mexican border and on the edge of Organ Pipe National Monument. Arizona 85 is the road to Ajo. Towns that have a…

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The Tiny Bird in the Bush

To get out of the sun while waiting for my husband to buy our baseball tickets, I sit on the curb in the shade of a very large bush. The Arizona sun is glaring and hot, even this early in the spring, and, after just 24 hours in Phoenix, I’m not used to it. My…

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Aftermath

I’m not afraid of flying. I’m afraid of leaving a mess. Ever since I invented a mantra for myself to say during take-off, I’ve been fine with flying. I start reciting the phrases as the plane roars down the runway and only stop when we are completely in the air. What happens later isn’t covered…

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