Pacing from window to window, talking to myself. Looking out the front and the back and this side and that side as though the conditions might be better over here or over there.
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The saddle of a cheap motorbike, the deck of a riverboat, the open bed of a prehistoric pickup truck - in Africa, I’m happiest on the move.
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I don’t even see a church, a cemetery or a tavern, so I can only conclude that the place is free from sin and death. That, by definition, would make it heaven.
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Defending the rich. Someone has to. (They should pay me for this.)
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It’s not just that I love riding my bikes - I love to be challenged. How about you? I’d love to hear how you challenge yourself.
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more white people looking at the wall.
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‘the hell happened here?
Ask it as a question or just state the obvious.
The hell happened here.
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As much as I hated doing so, I ran the stop sign. I only had nine blocks to go and I was racing a thunderstorm. I hoped nobody was watching.
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I shot two more rounds very cautiously, very deliberately. Then he told me I didn’t need to cock the hammer every time so I went bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, click.
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he’ll hide in the ditch and stay down until I’m past. Then he’ll cross the road behind me and sprint up on my other side where I’m not expecting him and just about the time I think I’ve made it …
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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow . . . one step and one day at a time, with courage and perseverance, we work our way through the month of March.
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as I watch, the ball gradually fades to the left and squeezes itself between the pins in an apologetic way as if it is saying, “pardon me, sorry to bother you”.
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If there’s one thing that is more satisfying than good cooking - and there is one thing - it’s good eating. So when something really works well in my kitchen I think to myself, “I gotta share this”. (recipe included!)
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I feel extra-masculine manhandling barbed wire, driving my Dodge through waist-high weeds and stepping in cow shit. Those are the kinds of things us city boys only get to do in our imaginations as we’re watching truck ads on TV. I hope MSL notices how broad my shoulders are.
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it's the kind of conflict that is characterized as “low-level” and “local” and it hardly makes the news here, but it isn’t low-level at all for the folks living and dying at ground-zero
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You can work as much or as little as you want and spend the rest of your time relaxing on the beach, and in just a moment, I'm going to share with you the secret of this luxurious lifestyle.
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Being told to take off my hat deprives me of the opportunity to show respect with a voluntary action … now it just feels like I’m following orders.
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The minivan was making an odd thumping noise. I was glad it wasn’t mine and felt sorry for whoever owned it. A tow truck was going to be expensive this far from town.
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Mom needed to explain something about one of the other guests so that we wouldn’t say something embarrassing in front of everybody.
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I’m a little sad to turn over the keys and the title as we move on to something newer and more efficient. It feels like I just sold the dog.
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