Flawed Expectations_Tinkerers_I Remember_Electric Buffalo
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Flawed Expectations
“I'm sorry...for the last two weeks.”My statement filled Terri’s entryway like a whistle through an empty office.Terri drew a breath he meant to form into words. None came. As our counselor had suggested, he was slowing down to run his thoughts through a kindness filter. I loved Terri's unique ability to set pride aside and act on another’s advice. Humility conflicts with American culture's current interpretation of “have it all—now”.My new decision conflicts even more.When Terri was able to keep his voice even, he said, "You ghost on me and show up now?”"I had to think."“About what? What happ...
Tinkerers
I talked to my Paw today. He was in an old General Electric refrigerator at the bottom of the abandoned quarry. It was just about perfect – the refrigerator. Not too banged up. Good quality rolled steel and aluminum door and frame. It was exactly what I needed to contain the signal. I’m lucky to have found it, especially this long after the Great Reset.The quarry is just a couple miles up the road. The forest has grown around it, the quarry, and the service trail is mostly gone, cover'd in weeds and mulberry trees and the like. You gotta' know it’s there or you’ll go right past it. Usually, I ...
I Remember
I don’t have very many memories of my early childhood. A flash here, a picture there, maybe even the sound of our dog barking down the hallway. I do remember things like that. But I also remember other things. My mom’s voice, the sound of our radio in the kitchen, my own high-pitched giggle. These things still exist in the dark, almost imperceptible corners of my mind, seeming to lurk far away from every other thought that runs through my busy brain during the course of my day. I could be working with one of my students, solving a problem, chatting with my supervisor, and for some reason, the ...
Electric Buffalo
My former master once told me that America was built on painful choices.Sometimes this pain was physical, sometimes it was emotional, and on special occasions, it was both. His name was Adam, and as a history professor at The Ohio State University, he believed it always has been, and always will be this waywww.onedoor.cc. My exact purpose on this earth was simple, I would help him research subjects for his various lectures and books he was working on. Recently, he was working on a book about the Native American Tribes that once roamed this land before Europeans colonized it. He would have described it as a ...