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A Continuation
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The expulsion of fire, smoke, cinder and ash on Mt. Lemmon parallels my own outbreaks – – wonderment, awe, bewilderment, sorrow, despair, depression, tainted hope, jaundice, and gloom. I am unAmerican to the bone. I’ve come to Oro Valley in Arizona not to retire but to live and to die. I had no idea I […]
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Is There Any More Lemmonade Left?
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It’s 7:22, Arizona time, and I’m sitting at poolside, four or five rabbits are short-sprinting on the lawn; night draws nigh. It is dusk, my favorite time. It is the lull all humans need if they are dimly awake — and aware. The heat of the day is fleeing, a soothing breeze crosses my face, […]
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I Never Put Earl in My Car: Another Glass of Lemmonade, Please
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We’ve decided to stay indoors given the extraordinary temps outside. This morning i made arrangements for a consultation about a bladder obstruction caused by an enlarged prostate. It’s set for next week and I feel the anxiety fill me like a balloon blowing up. For nine years I’ve watched that PSA count diligently, been biopsied […]
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Another Squeeze of Lemmonade: The Memoir Continues
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The fires in the Catalinas are better contained now, no new flare-ups that I can see. Smoke channels upwards here and there, but not the darkened clouds of a week or so ago. Containment, then break-out, then containment again. People began to be disappointed in the language chosen to convey the situation to Tusconans. Fire […]