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It’s a long, hard road for some of us to get to where we should be. I ought to know. Just now I said goodbye to my brother, William G., after handing him an “allowance” check from my mother’s bank account that’s way too little for most people to survive on. He was very grateful. [...]

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My wife was in the kitchen making dinner. “Sweetie?” I called out. “I feel kinda woozy, like I’m gonna faint. If I do, don’t freak out. I’m just letting you know…” Yeah, right! As I plopped down in a comfy chair and reached for the blood pressure monitor under the coffee table, I felt lots [...]

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“What?” I asked, reading her face. “I don’t want to go back!” she said, referring to Taos. I knew how she felt, but I had to laugh a little. The declaration is often timely—you have to live there to understand—but after two days at nearly 70 °F when we had the doors and windows open… [...]

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Back in the late ’70s, my parents were living in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. After attending a “get rich quick” seminar for expats, they bought 2.5 acres of land in Rio Rico, Arizona, where the entire world was going to retire. What happened next was embarrassing and predictable. This afternoon, however, the long, sad [...]

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I got nothin’ here. Not even a decent photo, and it was a beautiful day in Tucson. I hardly noticed, because I was too busy being an asshole. It goes with the territory, I tell you. And that must be a big place, because everywhere I go, there it is. I’m just no good at [...]

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Yes, I’m back in Arizona again. Today I tweeted something about where we’re staying, and a friend of mine replied, “What are you doing in a doublewide in Tucson!?” Now there’s a good question. The ostensible answer is, taking care of business in the aftermath of the dissolution of my birth family. The real answer [...]

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Oh man, the things you learn. For the third time since summer, I went to Tucson to deal with my mother’s two mobile homes and got waylaid by my reaction to family issues. (Those deleted blog posts…) This isn’t supposed to happen to cool, mature, smart guys, dammit. My adjectives are under attack. It isn’t [...]

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