Author Archives: RWadlinger

I’m having trouble with the terminology, but I’m into CB.

I didn’t get a copy of Hex Enduction Hour until I was 25 or 26. I was living with my parents at the time, and the first time I listened to it, my mom was in the car. She puts … Continue reading

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A Thousand P(o)ints of Bud Light

As an English major, I have a duty to appreciate obscure forms of poetry. One of these is the hexaduad, which comes from Old English (think Beowulf). It consists of one stanza of 12 lines of rhyming couplets with a … Continue reading

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Significant Moments in the Life of Kenny Rogers Reynolds, Aged 31

He is the only child of two only children who met at a Kenny Rogers concert. He insisted on wearing a plain white t-shirt on his first day of kindergarten, and made it to the school without having to put … Continue reading

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Pocket Change

Sometimes when I’m walking home from work, I’ll see a guy I call Scarecrow.  Most of the times I’ve seen him, he stands in the strip of grass by the fence that separates Fulton Street from I-70, on the east … Continue reading

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Paper. The banknotes, blast them. Old Deasy’s letter. Here. Thanking you for the hospitality tear the blank end off. Turning his back to the sun he bent over far to a table of rock and scribbled words. That’s twice I … Continue reading

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