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River of Dreams #4: An Old Friend with A New Friend

Chapter 4 Over the Bridge Random decided to head over the bridge to Oakland and his friend Steve, who lived in a basement apartment up at the summit of the hills next to a sprawling cemetery. He was a free-lance … Continue reading →

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River of Dreams #3: Whispering Mermaids and a Bottle of Gin

Chapter 3 Whispering Mermaids As Random drove the small back streets over Twin Peaks from the City College to the department office near the Medical Center, he focused on driving; the radio was off. He was part of the car. … Continue reading →

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River of Dreams #2: Miss Bianca’s Lab Day

Chapter 2 Miss Bianca’s Lab Day On the way to work, Random blasted the radio. The Who’s “Baba O’Reily” came on and he went all Keith Moon on the steering wheel while shouting the words: Out here in the fields … Continue reading →

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Partners in the Classroom

As I was walking into the local farm supply store on my way to look for some galvanized tubs to make into sensory activity centers in my classroom, someone yelled my name. I turned and there was my ex-assistant and … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #16 and 17: An Audience in Search of a Play

May 23, 2010, 09:28 Act I Scene II Announcer: Monkey felt his way up and ever upward. How long he climbed, he could not tell for nothing in the darkness changed except the rocks he climbed and they measured time … Continue reading →

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