Category Archives: Short Stories

Muslim Welcome

Here is a nice little story, I think. I was once a pretend hippie. It was only “pretend” because my drug consumption was moderate and limited and I never dropped acid. Also, I never dropped out as recommended. I attended … Continue reading

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Life is Good Even During the Primaries

    It’s a sunny airy day in Central California, where I live. I am standing not far from the wharf (“le debarcadère”), a pretty good single-shot dark roast espresso in one hand and a cigarette in the other. (I know, … Continue reading

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Sweet Skateboard Tales

The words “skateboard” and “sweet” are seldom found together. Skateboarders tend to have a bad reputation because they are mostly male, because they act too male, and because of their lamentable fashion sense. Yet, many or most are both athletes … Continue reading

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I Like Jesus

I like the central myth of Christianity and I like Jesus the man although I am not a believer. (The word “myth” implies neither truth or falsehood. It refers to any sacred story that seeks to explain something important.) First, … Continue reading

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Happy December in Santa Cruz.

There was a major storm recently and the surf is still up in Santa Cruz, California. It’s Saturday so, the surfers are out in force, not heeding dire warnings about the kind of water pollution that follows heavy rains. In … Continue reading

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What Lurks in the Puerile Back of my Brain

I am your atypical, traditional tough guy in these days of sensitive more or less male human beings. Why, I did not even moan during my colonoscopy! My wife did hear me groan in pain once or twice about ten … Continue reading

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Illicit French Love: A Story

My younger French friend is pissed off because he suspects his parents are getting it on. The problem is, he is not a twelve or thirteen-year old prude as you might expect, but a well-educated thirty-five year old man. When … Continue reading

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