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Lame Adventure 198: Same Old Me
One of the advantages of working a day job that is slightly less captivating than the study of the shape of gum stains on the sidewalk is that it gives one countless hours of opportunity to think,...
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Lame Adventure 299: Pointless Mysteries
Although I’m slightly less spiritual than a tube sock, as I was returning to my Upper West Side garret at Magic Hour after another productive day of clock watching on company time, I looked up at the...
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Lame Adventure 346: The Old Bag is Dying
This is the right place for that idea. Even though late at night and early in the morning, I have a cough that sounds like a death rattle and it currently feels like a colony of squirrels are...
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Lame Adventure 372: The Birthday Edition
Today is my birthday. I’ll cut to the chase: I’m 54. Birthday present to me from me. Even though my sister, Dovima, has gifted me with a near-lifetime supply of allegedly age-defying goops, I would...
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