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Strawberry Ice Cream, Phoenix Lights, & Mysterious Blips: Why I Believe in UFOs
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to believe in UFOs. Like The X-Files‘ Fox Mulder, I figured the truth was out there. Buried beneath a government cover-up, most likely. After all, the Roswell Incident is infamous. Roswell Army Air Field in New Mexico issued a press release claiming they’d captured a “flying…
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Great Scott! Where’d All the Cold Air Go?
We were playing cards in the basement last night, classic rock spinning on the turntable, enjoying some gin (me) and ciders (her), when Tara made an observation. “It’s not very cold down here,” she said. I hadn’t noticed, but as soon as those words left her mouth, I realized she was right. The basement is…
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London, Retroactively
Nearly 11 months after landing a job at CenturyCo, I asked my boss if I could retroactively change the answer to one of my interview questions. Who does this…? (Rhetorical question. I do.) Granted, it wasn’t necessary. Some might even call it tempting fate. Obviously, they liked my original answer just fine, because they hired…
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Like 700,000 Angry Bees
It’s that time of year again, when the Black Hills are filled with an incessant, angry rumbling. Distant thunder? Nope: the constant drone of thousands of two-cylinder four-stroke piston engines. The streets are clogged with motorcyclists from near and far, who have descended upon our fair land for the 81st Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. Rally is…
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Performance Anxiety
I had a bad experience with a performance review once and have been scarred ever since. The year was 2006. My passion may have been writing, but as far as making a career of it went, that was still a distant pipe dream. I had the chops but lacked experience. Instead, I languished in a…
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Memphis Mafia, Party Of One
Elvis Has Entered the Building Our weekend getaway was a blast! Saturday morning, bright and early, Tara and I hit the road for the tiny burg of Freeman, South Dakota. It’s considered the heart of the Chislic Circle and the birthplace of South Dakota’s official state nosh. If you haven’t heard of chislic before (and…
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