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On the Naming of Things

In which reading Proust causes me to meditate on the things for which I have no names.

In which reading Proust causes me to meditate on the things for which I have no names.

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In which I continue to recover from knee surgery. In which I begin to read Proust.

In which I continue to recover from knee surgery. In which I begin to read Proust.

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Independence Day

In which I remember the end of my father’s life.

In which I remember the end of my father’s life.

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Please Please Please

In which I like The Smiths better when it’s not The Smiths.

In which I like The Smiths better when it’s not The Smiths.

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The Big Tree

In which I remember the Big Tree, a gathering place for the neighborhood kids when I was a boy.

In which I remember the Big Tree, a gathering place for the neighborhood kids when I was a boy.

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Within a Budding Grove

In which I dote on Proust, especially the grahic novel adaptation of his work.

In which I dote on Proust, especially the grahic novel adaptation of his work.

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Physical Therapy

In which I attend my first post-knee surgery physical therapy appointment.

In which I attend my first post-knee surgery physical therapy appointment.

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Nintety-Five Degrees

In which I enjoy a perfect day with my wife and cats.

In which I enjoy a perfect day with my wife and cats.

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Sexy Songs

In which I list some sexy songs and ask my readers to do the same.

In which I list some sexy songs and ask my readers to do the same.

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Twenty-Two Year Reflection

In which I remember my father and how enraptured he was by a particular song. In which I begin to see something of him in myself.

In which I remember my father and how enraptured he was by a particular song. In which I begin to see something of him in myself.

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