Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

I dated a girl who lived a few cities away. This was back in my youth. The drive there, by car, was about an hour. By bus, longer. Every Saturday, I’d walk to the bus stop at 6Am. And returned home every Sunday at midnight. A difference six hours makes, if you think about it. …

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There’s no easy way to start this post. In fact, I wanted to start in the same “our hero” tone I wrote the Carlos Ochoa post in. But calling George Zimmerman a hero, even ironically, would disgust me to no end. And there is a difference, I knew Carlos Ochoa before he was a killer. …

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