Marking Time_Oops, egg on my nose!_Lost Hits_Our Night
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Marking Time
2017 the year I was summoned back to my past; back to 1967、I had received my invitation to our high school reunion and by April, facebook searching, name goggling and cell number gathering began in earnest. Merritt Hutton High School’s 50th Reunion was to be held in Denver, Colorado in September. My group, my home town. By June a lot of us had messaged or texted our way back in touch. Lists were made. One titled “Can’t Find Yet”. Another titled “Gone but Not Forgotten”. For a senior class of 280 graduates, that second list was surprisingly small. Go Team! We baby boomers seem like a hearty bun...
Oops, egg on my nose!
It was the glittering night of Mr. Salman Sweeney’s award dinner for Santa Monica’s Philanthropist of the Year. He was extremely nervous, and had even arranged for his former therapist Dr. Beresford to meet him for some moral support. Salman's brother Fabian was there, trying not to be jealous of another great accolade for his older brother, when he felt just as worthy of honor, if not more. His brother’s wife was there too, Delores. She was rather icy, and Salman didn’t trouble to make nice with his sister-in-law. Her main reason for attending was the opening presenter’s friendship...
Lost Hits
WARNING: Contains profanity and mentions of narcotic substancesThe record was called "Blue White Scars," the fifth by the American Wraiths. It went platinum in 1977, their one and only, and produced four hit siwww.onedoor.ccngles that cracked the top twenty of the US Billboard charts. Raw, beautiful, devastating. Magical stuff. Four of the greatest songs in the history of rock n' roll, which undoubtedly meant four of the greatest songs in the history of America, because rock n' roll was America and America was rock n' roll, and those were four of the greatest rockers to ever roll.And Steve Brooks couldn't p...
Our Night
The chill of the night air helps one relax as they peer out into the lush starry sky. Resting on the marble ledge – no drinks needed, just a whiff of the air quenches thirst. Dan smiles as he listens to the jubilation of his family behind him. A hand reaches out and touches his back – a familiar feeling he knows well."Dear, you good?", he hears the sweet voice of his wife ask. His smile grows brighter as he replies, "Never better". She leans against the marble making sure to touch his shoulder as she takes a sip. A picture-esque scene is the thought that crosses the minds of those who look on....