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Florida: Always in Flux

Florida: Always in Flux

I’ve now been a resident of Florida for over half my life. That is an odd thing to say, as I still think of myself as being from Kentucky. However, my ability to identify a roach leg at 10 paces out has developed over the course of many years in this bug-friendly habitat. And yes, you read that right. Roach leg. It’s not uncommon to find a hairy little leg on the floor with no trace of the body that…

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#BringOutYourDead

#BringOutYourDead

Occasionally I like to do a little blog maintenance, even if that means I’m not actually writing anything: I log in, I erase the spam, and I log out. Today, I decided to extend that spring cleaning to the @travelorelse Twitter account too. And wow. I’m a little depressed, and not because of the fact that Twitter is a bit of a dumpster fire anyway. When I started Twitter, I did so with the idea of focusing primarily on travel,…

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Christmas at Home

Christmas at Home

Clearly, it was a sign. As the burly man loaded our Black Hills spruce on top of the car, he winced as the needles pierced through his gloves and into his thick, calloused fingers. “Them heres angry trees,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “Dey never want to be chopped down in the first place.” I stared at the tree on the roof of the car. An angry tree. It’s blue branches shining in the 80-degree sun, drooping over the back of the window, while…

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42

42

“The Answer to the Great Question…of Life, the Universe and Everything…” said Deep Thought. “Is…” said Deep Thought, and paused. “Forty-two,” said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm. Or it’s the price of a single glass of Elijah Craig 18 at Manny and Merle in Louisville, KY. It would have been kind of the bartender to tell us this number before he poured the drink, even if it took 7.5 million years, but he was more of a Dolt…

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Be Good or Be Gone

Be Good or Be Gone

The world can be a terrible place. Paris, Beirut, Kenya. Those are the ones we know about. That is what we’re reeling from today. And if you’re not horrified by what the politicians are saying, you’re probably horrified by the hate and vitriol filling your Facebook feed. It’s no wonder we’re feeling overwhelmed, depressed, unable to stymie the flow of tears. I’ve spent quite a bit of time in South Africa, where everywhere exists a stark dichotomy between the stunning beauty and the appalling horror next to…

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Game-Winning Catch

Game-Winning Catch

I am 37 years old. For at least 32 of those years, I have played some form of softball, starting with t-ball at Lyndon Recreation when I was just 4 or 5 years old. It’s a long time to play, and at this point in my life, the glory days are over, long over. I play co-ed D-league slow-pitch softball—the only step down from this league is the kickball league. And there are fewer and fewer heroic moments to be…

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Because I Could Not Stop

Because I Could Not Stop

Writing a check is pretty uneventful stuff. But as I was writing out the date yesterday, looping the “J” of June, I thought, “Today is the first day in 96 years that my Granny hasn’t drawn a breath in this world.” It was a strange thought to have. I pulled back the pen and looked at the date for a moment: June 10, 2015. My grandmother passed away Tuesday. It wasn’t an unexpected death. She had had a stroke not…

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Shiny, Happy People (Apparently) Suck

Shiny, Happy People (Apparently) Suck

Part of my job requires me to work front of house at a theater before musical performances. While this means I am qualified to answer questions about the programming, artists, and performers, I’m usually relegated to a more important task: glorified guide to the bathroom. For the most part, I don’t mind this part of my position. After all, people are at the theater to have a good time, so it’s usually a jovial atmosphere. And I like to be…

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Slow Walks with an Old Dog

Slow Walks with an Old Dog

Our walks have been slower these days. We don’t go nearly as far, and I’m often stopped waiting ahead as he sniffs around the neighbor’s yard. He’s never been a quick dog or even an energetic dog. As a puppy, he found walking the length of the house too strenuous and would collapse in a ball of adorable fluff halfway through, looking sadly toward me as if to say, “It’s too far!” I have very few memories of him actually running….

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Back in the Spring of Things

Back in the Spring of Things

Opening Day, April 6, is just a few days away. Here in Florida, we’re wrapping up a good month of spring training. If you’re a baseball fan, come to Florida in March. You can see a bevy of teams at a variety of ballparks within a short distance of one another. Several weeks ago, during the frenzy of spring training and before the influx of travelers, my friend Emily and I spent the day at the Rays/Phillies game at Charlotte Sports Park,…

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