Author Archives: Russ

HE WHO PARCELS OUT MY DREAMS

The old man in my head who parcels out my dreams came up with a good one the other night. I was with my highschool basketball team and we were losing — losing big. The coach sometimes let us poor … Continue reading

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I AM NOT WHO I COULD HAVE BEEN

There was no grandfather there to watch me in the cradle — no grandfather to pick me up and hug me and whisper in my ear. Nor was he there when I became a toddler when he could have bounced … Continue reading

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HOLES REMEMBERED

It took two hundred astronomers with telescopes scattered over the world to photograph the now famous BLACK HOLE. Their fete will be long remembered in the annals of astronomical history. I who read about it on a newspaper’s front page … Continue reading

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LOSING SOUND

We who hear poorly often pretend that we grasp a word or comprehend a sentence when we don’t. Hearing words and knowing what they mean requires not oppnly linguistic knowlege but an ability to discern — an ability that some … Continue reading

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TENDING THIS MAN

Sometimes I push myself when I should and pUSH myself when I shouldn’t. But I don’t always know when I should and when I shouldn’t. I try to obey my body’s instructions but sometimes they seem so vague I cannot … Continue reading

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In Dreams

In dreams¬†sometimes I replay my past edited in ways that change it so that it may be only only close¬†to my actual history. There are also dreams of matters that must have happened to me when I was someone elseand … Continue reading

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Buck-Slide

When we go into the Brookdale dining roomI usually get behind the chair my wife has chosenand I push while she lifts her chair slightlyand jerks it forward to the tableuntil she is positioned as she wishes to be. I … Continue reading

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WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?

I had three uncles — was named after two of them: RALPH RUSSELL. At first I was called by both names. When I reached school age my parents settled on RALPH. By the time I joined the Navy I thought … Continue reading

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DELIGHTFUL DREAMING

It was 3:53 a.m. when I awakened from a most delightful dream about a group of little dogs sniffing at me and wagging with their whole bodies and begging me for love from my fingertips. I savored the dream for … Continue reading

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THE EGG BEATER

I was probably seven or eight when I got to “work” my first “machine”. I was intrigued by the gears that moved when I made the little handle go “round and round”. That made the beaters go “round and round” … Continue reading

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