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mornings
Some of my deepest and most defining memories are those of my boyhood. Even at eleven years old I was awake very early, sometimes at 3am. Back in those days I would deliver newspapers every morning, even Sundays. It’s a little odd, now that I recall. Because I never had a day off. So, it’s no surprise that I’m still a morning person and work seven days a week. Usually, in fact, I woke up at 4:15 and was dressed and outside by 4:30 and at the newspaper collection point by 5:00. The way from my home to the starting point was not too far. But, half-asleep in the dead of morning , it was far enough. The quiet embodied, like a being in itself, all those many mornings, each day. It was a different world, a different city in the quiet, in the empty streets… It was as if the air itself was asleep too. Unless it was windy. I had a strong bike, a very thick bike, with thick heavy-duty wheels, and a broad steel-mesh rack mounted on the front of my handlebars in which I carried the
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city view
Little long-haired girl hanging her head out the high-tiered window, being perfectly beautiful. With her long-haired light-brown puppy trying to hang out oh-so beautifully too. On the street below, Papa man carrying his baby child like a lumpy long package, spongy and careless. Sleeping is little he. To the right, an electric scooter weaving quickly on by on the sidewalk, nobody minding. Present too, a cuddly-soft cat perched just-right on a little square fencepost drifting asleep. Coming slowly is an old-looking plump woman wrapped in a black headscarf holding a smartphone to her head, talking empatically with her other hand. Down the
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mornings
Some of my deepest and most defining memories are those of my boyhood. Even at eleven years old I was awake very early, sometimes at 3am. Back in those days I would deliver newspapers every morning, even Sundays. It’s a little odd, now that I recall. Because I never had a day off. So, it’s no surprise that I’m still a morning person and work seven days a week. Usually, in fact, I woke up at 4:15 and was dressed and outside by 4:30 and at the newspaper collection point by 5:00. The way from my home to the starting point was not too far. But, half-asleep in the dead of morning , it was far enough. The quiet embodied, like a being in itself, all those many mornings, each day. It was a different world, a different city in the quiet, in the empty streets… It was as if the air itself was asleep too. Unless it was windy. I had a strong bike, a very thick bike, with thick heavy-duty wheels, and a broad steel-mesh rack mounted on the front of my handlebars in which I carried the
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becoming a con man
One of the things that I've listened to over the years is wisdom. But to do so is to understand wisdom as wise, as useful, and that took some looking at. Why? Cause I couldn't help notice that most people ignore wisdom, so how wise can it be? Not to mention that the wise people out there were quite few and didn't seem to be all too happy. And growing up with a smile hard to erase from my face at the same time I was looking at wisdom, was ..to say the least an odd pairing.
I've had a tough time understanding why happiness and wisdom didn't always seem to be on the same shelf of understanding. But I see now that happiness isn't always l
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