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Tag Archives: France
Dumb questions asked in a Dutch smart shop last Easter
The day after I got back from Amsterdam the sun came out and my mom and I took the dog for a walk in the woods in the nearby town Bietigheim, while the kids went to a circus. All the … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, travel, writing
Tagged Amsterdam, Anthonys Navel, creative nonfiction, France, humor, Kevin Brennan writer, Memoir, postaday, William Pearse writer
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Southern State Tapestry
Dawn got back from two weeks in Italy with her mom, I returned from Amsterdam, our French friends came down with two of their kids, more French friends came and left theirs at home — and with Eberhard, Benny, and … Continue reading
Posted in musings, travel
Tagged Brussels attack, creative non-fiction, Easter Bunny, Felt the band, France, humor, Memoir, parenting, Psychology, south of France, southern France, southern Germany, travel
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The French series
COLLIOURE, LANGUEDOC-ROUSSILLON LES BATTERIES 25TH VII 1998 Finally got rid of Sean and Seamus. Sean, my bartender friend from Six Arms but Seamus, some angry Canadian/Irish guy he picked up somewhere along the way in Europe, wears baseball caps with … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged Carlos Castaneda, Catalan, Cathars, Cloud Atlas, Collioure, France, French culture, French history, humor, Memoir, mysticism, numerology, Paella, south of France, travel
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Man-kissing in Spain
We drove several hours down the east coast of Spain to a three-day music festival in Benicàssim. I didn’t plan well, and realized once we got there they didn’t have cash machines. I assumed I could get some using my debit … Continue reading
Posted in humor
Tagged Benicàssim, Björk, DPchallenge, France, gay, gay rights, Memoir, Mogwai, postaday, Spain, travel, Yo La Tengo
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Six Arms
My first bar in Seattle was Six Arms. Glen was a skinny guy who worked there and drove a silver 280-Z. He was sick with HIV, and they had a jar to collect donations for his treatments, but he died … Continue reading
Tagged DPchallenge, France, Liverpool, McMenamins, Memoir, Oregon, Pennsylvania, postaday, Seattle, Six Arms
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Temp Work
They reassigned me from the chemical sales group to a new one, in a different building, the main office where the CEO resided. Here in the lobby was a gallery celebrating the company’s history, through oil paintings of all the … Continue reading
