Shrink in the Kitchen

OK, the phone rings, she answers it, we’re in rural Pennsylvania or Ohio or Virginia, where the gals have to deal with the more conservative spouses who would be really disappointed if they felt or knew that their wives voted …

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It reminded me a great deal of being in Mashobra and Kerala with sheets of rain and high winds.  All that was missing, respectively, were bands of monkeys clutching apples to their gray breasts and  howling packs of stray dogs …

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I am writing from the cellar, about twelve feet below street level, but I can still hear the high winds and the crash of boughs.  The two dogs dig restlessly against the compacted earth walls and floor and who am …

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I’m listening to Etta James tear up the song in anticipation of the slated to be catastrophic hurricane or tornado that is poised to slam into the East Coast of North America.  Look, I like the Allman Brothers’ as much …

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