West Coastin’:Epilogue

So I decided to write the epilogue to this particular story first.  Travel narratives in many ways usurp any and all attempts at suspense if the writer has indeed survived to relay the tale.  He or she went off somewhere else and survived, not having been eaten by alligators, sharks, or cannibals.  Said author now [...]

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In which Murph contemplates some childhood adventures and the demon Scrappy Doo.

Looking back, I should have reconsidered my admission price. Safaris through the swamps and theme parks of Florida rarely come cheap; the guides (i.e. myself) never know who might be eaten by alligators, sharks, or the rogue Disney character, and the travelers fated never to return from these excursions rarely offered repeat business. Therefore it [...]

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Twisted

I slit the sheet; the sheet I slit;
and on the slitted sheet I sit.
– my grandmother’s favorite tongue-twister
Some days when I feel particularly analytical, I pull out that which I call my life, shake off the mildew and cobwebs, ready it for a little introspection. This is difficult business of course like trying to [...]

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