Tag: travel
member name: Birdie Jaworski
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January 20, 2007 01:15 PM EST --
My Turkish friend, Ulak, drove from San Diego to visit me. He drove with the soft marine winds at his back, drove a day, a night, through the Mojave, past the City of Sin, into the sand art plains of Arizona, . . .
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November 11, 2008 09:46 AM EST --
If you can't pick who you want for President, you can always pick piñon.
An old woman squats close to the ground next to a short, squat pine. She wears a thick cabled sweater to protect . . .
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August 03, 2006 01:08 PM EDT --
Three weeks before my best friend, Patrick, died, he asked me if I had any regrets. He did, he said, a deep regret about a man he once crossed in business. Patrick wrote the man a letter asking forgiveness, . . .
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January 03, 2007 11:09 PM EST --
Both my sons stared at me Saturday morning. I sat on my bed, surrounded by piles of product, padded envelopes, my heart determined to catch up with work. My arms couldn't meet my desire, shook from . . .
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October 13, 2008 10:41 AM EDT --
The road to San Augustin passes nothing, nothing but a pistol-pitted sign welcoming travelers to county road C-24, nothing but dry wind and green-gold prairie, the asphalt twisting in deference to property . . .
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January 21, 2007 01:48 PM EST --
Read Part 1 First!
The next morning I packed snacks in a brown grocery bag. A few green apples, a half-eaten bag of Fritos, fourteen homemade chocolate chip cookies, and a bag of trail mix. I added a . . .
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March 29, 2007 12:50 PM EDT --
I mixed fine gray illegal powder with a shot glass of orange juice. It didn't dissolve. The silt eyed me from the bottom, thick, resolute. It lifted its shoulders in smug ennui.
You're a poser, . . .
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January 30, 2007 08:31 PM EST --
Read Part 1, then read Part 2 first!
"I don't want to move. I like it here."
9 murmured, his voice as velvet as the antelope wind. I shifted down, fifth gear to fourth. The car shivered, . . .
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November 12, 2008 08:12 AM EST --
Twelve miles north of a sleepy Northeastern New Mexican town, the invisible ghosts of majestic beasts roam the outskirts of a manmade lake. 100 million years ago, claw-toed and sloe-eye . . .
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April 24, 2007 12:20 AM EDT --
A man walked across a desert wash. His black boots hit dry ground. His hand didn't hover near his holster. He let it match his stride, let it swing in a carefree arc that spoke of contentment, of . . .
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