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Going Back Out
Sunday, September 28, 2025 We have an interesting tour beginning this week. Seven shows in the US mid-west including Cleveland, Cincinnati and Chicago. The first show is scheduled for Wednesday in Pittsburgh. It’s six and a half hours of actual driving, plus a stop at the border in Buffalo, which could take an hour. Call…
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Where’s Andy? The computer cropped the picture to make it fit.
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The “against all odds” theme is a useful literary device. It comes with its own built-in dissonances and easy resolves. It’s the minority kid from a broken home, getting his degree in medicine. It’s the diminutive teen bullied because of a speech Impediment who shows up at the school dance with the hottest cheerleader in the squad. Or…
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Forward A story about the past is a construct even when pains are taken to be accurate. It’s as real as the future, and that is to say, not very. Reality is an infinitesimally small pinpoint called “now” that is constantly moving ahead, leaving us a step behind. For millennia, it’s been suggested that certain…
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As I was saying in my last post, we had a dog. A big, goofy Irish Setter. We called him Doug. Abstract Art In May of 1978, my sister Mary decided Dad needed a companion but instead of a cute little puppy she brought home a Tasmanian Devil. I had never before seen a creature…
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Epiphany I open doors for claustrophobia I wear glasses for myopia But triskaidekaphobia Won’t let me be No More Pencils, No More Books I quit school twice in 1972. The first time was in February. I was in grade twelve. Champing at the bit to put my plan in motion, I had been thinking it…
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Existential Angst If The Dog Hadn’t Stopped To Have A Crap, He Would’ve Caught The Rabbit That was one of Dad’s more philosophical aphorisms. He considered the game of “WHAT IF….” to be ridiculous. He was all for learning from life’s experiences, but in his opinion, wasting precious time obsessing over ‘what might have been’…
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CHANGES My Father chose an excellent place for us to live. We backed onto a densely wooded area with a stream running at the rear of our lot. There was wildlife galore and off to the left, an abandoned orchard. Later the first summer, we discovered that we could eat the tasty Macintosh apples, although…
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Family Life — Music Vs. Kids We are the children of Frances and Ormiston Heffernan. In the order in which we were born, we are Patrick 1952, Michael 1953, Mary 1960, and Jane 1962. I could easily write a hundred pages about my remarkable family. If I’m alive and kicking for a few more years,…
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A SINGULAR MAN Named after an officer who fought in the Great War, Ormiston was born November 28, 1923. He became known as Ormie and later simply Orm. What an unusual man he was—I mean that in a good way. He was intelligent with a quick sense of humor and the ability to “do a…
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