MARCH 3, 2015 9:12PM

Selective Memory or Total Recall?

-Originally published at Open Salon about two years ago...
 
 Tonight is Monopoly Night. No Texas Hold 'Em; no Pinnochle; no Rummy.

Monopoly.

The board had either turned a beautiful warm yellow naturally, due to the acid in the paper, or had been artificially made to look that… Read full post »
MARCH 2, 2015 9:29AM

What's A Slave Worth?

Originally published on January 17th, 2013

We have seen, during the past forty years, the biggest transfer of Wealth in the history of the world, which was, the transfer of accumulated wealth from the American Working Class into the hands of the Global Ruling Class...

The cause of the… Read full post »
Chapter IX
The Gorgon's Head
 
It was a heavy mass of building, that chateau of Monsieur the Marquis, with a large stone courtyard before it, and two stone sweeps of staircase meeting in a stone terrace before the principal door. A stony business altogether, with heavy stone balustrades, and sto… Read full post »
FEBRUARY 26, 2015 9:57PM

Why Ten Bucks An Hour Ain't Enough

According to the Department of Human Services Guidelines for SNAP [food stamps] eligibility:
 
Number of people in your household: 1
Maximum gross income: $1,265.00
Maximum gross monthly benefits: $194.00
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Number of people in your household: 2
Maximum gross income: $1,705.00
Maximum gross mont… Read full post »
Chapter VIII
Monseigneur in the Country
A beautiful landscape, with the corn bright in it, but not abundant. Patches of poor rye where com should have been, patches of poor peas and beans, patches of most coarse vegetable substitutes for wheat. On inanimate nature, as on the men and women who… Read full post »
 He had recently increased his efforts to quit thinking, or to think less, yet he knew it was no use, for the problem was not in his head at all.

The problem, he now realized,  was not that  his mind  had been  too open,  but rather, that his heart had been too/… Read full post »
Chapter VII
Monseigneur in Town

Monseigneur, one of the great lords in power at the Court, held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris. Monseigneur was in his inner room, his sanctuary of sanctuaries, the Holiest of Holiests to the crowd of worshippers in… Read full post »

FEBRUARY 11, 2015 1:22AM

Don't Let Me Down

She drives on, through the night, in the old car with the bad brakes.

She has taken the Interstate because it is faster; the two-lane roads might have been safer, but that is no longer something she allows herself to

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Chapter VI
Hundreds of People

The quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street-corner not far from Soho-square. On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had roiled over the trial for treason, and carried it, as to the public interest and memory, far out/… Read full post »

Chapter V
The Jackal

Those were drinking days, and most men drank hard. So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits, that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of a night, without any detriment to… Read full post »

Chapter IV
Congratulatory

From the dimly-lighted passages of the court, the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling there all day, was straining off, when Doctor Manette, Lucie Manette, his daughter, Mr. Lorry, the solicitor for the defence, and its counsel, Mr. Stryver, stood gather… Read full post »

JANUARY 22, 2015 11:38PM

The House That Greed Built

Deregulation was the Name of the Game. The fuel that builds the fire that lives inside… inside the House That Greed Built; the fire that lights the House and burns the poor and leaves the dead to die alone and remain unburied outside the City, and gives theRead full post »

Chapter III
A Disappointment

Mr. Attorney-General had to inform the jury, that the prisoner before them, though young in years, was old in the treasonable practices which claimed the forfeit of his life. That this correspondence with the public enemy was not a correspondence of to-day,… Read full post »

JANUARY 13, 2015 11:28PM

And In God They Say We Should Trust?

They read our e-mails, our texts, our Facebook Page. They listen in to our phone conversations. They sort us by age, weight, height, sex, ethnicity, religious affiliations or lack thereof. They judge us by whether we can dance, cook, sing, lose weight, be interesting, and whether or not we are photog… Read full post »

Book the Second -- The Golden Thread

Chapter I
Five Years Later

Tellson's Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very ugly, very incommodious. It was an old-fashioned place, moreover, in the moral attribute… Read full post »

JANUARY 7, 2015 8:44AM

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday morning came down to us with no promises.

At signs of first daylight the sky dropped and the rain and thunder tumbled out, wrapped in gray, and with  the wind, swept over the empty yards before us before coming to rest, exhausted, to seep, slow and alive,… Read full post »

JANUARY 6, 2015 8:30PM

Sleeping On the Train

I've never rode on a train in my life and didn't know that I was on this one until I woke up.

Vague remembrances of long-ago satisfactions, purer than happiness, drifted pleasantly into my mind.

  Listening to Procol Harum and blinking away sleep,… Read full post »

JANUARY 3, 2015 9:05PM

When Chalk Is More Valuable Than Gold

 First published on Open Salon on February 28, 2013

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His father was a white man. His mother's name was Harriet Bailey, his mother's parent's names were Isaac and Betsey Bailey. His mother was taken away from him before the age of one. He never knew his mother as… Read full post »

JANUARY 2, 2015 7:04PM

A Tale Of Two Cities; Chapters V & VI

Chapter V
The Wine-Shop

A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of… Read full post »

JANUARY 1, 2015 8:01PM

What We Did On New Year's Eve

A ten-dollar, five-foot-tall Salvation Army Christmas tree stands in the corner of our frontroom, in front of the old ten-dollar Dollar General quilt nailed up to the door to keep the cold out. It stands between the futon, which sits in front of a wall-wide, floor-to-ceiling homemade bookcase loaded… Read full post »

[Originally posted at Open Salon in 2012]

It has become evident to me  that Open Salon means different things to different people. This is my idea of what Open Salon is and is not.

Is Open Salon a bureaucracy? [government run by officials].

I don't think so.

Is Open Salon,Read full post »

DECEMBER 29, 2014 2:40PM

On The Verge Of Obsolescence

[This post was originally published on Open Salon in 2012]

The expired plates on the car were less conspicuous, maybe, but still a source of concern, and driving without insurance an even bigger worry. And the car had been packed and stacked so high with stuff, that it was taller… Read full post »

DECEMBER 28, 2014 5:28AM

Notes Nailed To A Door, Vols. 5 & 15.

Notes Nailed To A Door, Vol. 15

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This, from the Dec. 15th, 2014 New York Times:

[Supreme] Court Rules For A Mistaken Police Officer

"WASHINGTON — A police officer can stop a car based on a mistaken understanding of/

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DECEMBER 26, 2014 4:34PM

Drawing the Line

Before I roll with this, here's a couple of simple rules that I always keep up front and center, and include them here as good advice: Never mistake patience for ignorance, and never mistake kindness for weakness.

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When a friendship ends, sometimes an explanation is due, even if… Read full post »

DECEMBER 26, 2014 2:20PM

A Tale Of Two Cities; Chapters III & IV

Chapter III
The Night Shadows

A Wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own… Read full post »

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