A SHORt ALLOWANCE of HIDES
where the tawny American Chestnut wainscoting lent the House’s aura a folksy warmth blown to smithereens as soon as one started down the stairwell
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September chains, oh the serene oak chains, / Choking the green pile of dead leaves. / They, if you listen closely, / Fall like fighter jets... mostly. / Brittle... crumpling in a hand squeeze. / Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an / Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan! / They are dust, and they blow away / In the September breeze.”
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Tying a two half-hitches knot around the neck of my Peach Bellini, I lowered the drink towards ____
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“Well, there’s a bar in hell. Howie’s. That’s the name of it.”
“Howie’s,” I repeated. “Is Howie the proprietor or something?”
“Nah. Bephelzior runs the place. Howie’s is a - uh, what do you call it? –
a compound? of the two questions you ask yourself once you get there. How? And Why? Catchy name, it draws a huge crowd.” He sipped at his Belgian sour.
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Please keep in mind that I am neither a biographer nor a historiographer or journalist but a narrative opportunist, a renderer of pleasant and scenic half-truths.
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“Pee Your Pants and Leave Party,” "Bring Back Nixon Party,” "Is Wario A Libertarian?’ Party," “Mamihlapinataparty"
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In 1846, Hastings disseminated a handwritten letter by messenger down the Oregon Trail, claiming that he had cleared a foolproof shortcut to California, that he was waiting off-trail with several other wagons at Fort Bridger, and that he would personally guide all takers to safety. Mr. Hastings was as close as possible to being a hinterland celebrity, and his letter was surely taken into consideration by many in the cavalcade, but only eighty-some travelers –– the families Donner, Reed, Murphy, Eddy, Breen, and Keseburg, besides a few other couples and thrill-seekers –– took Hastings up on his offer. But Hastings was nowhere to be found. He had left another encouraging letter at Fort Bridger, and he continued to leave letters scattered along the way
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it’s getting late, and the washing machine just finished running. I’ve got some folding to do.
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