Tag Archives: Don Was

Number Twenty Two: Rainy Night in Royal Oak, Part 4

Posted on April 18, 2011 by martysmusings

I’ve had a bottle of beer in my refrigerator since the mid-nineties, 16.9 ounces of vintage Murphy’s Stout, priced at $2.69, according to the sticker still on the bottle. The store I bought it at has been out of business … Continue reading →

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Number Sixteen: The Kristofferson Effect

Posted on February 19, 2011 by martysmusings

It’s never too late to become who you were going to be, I read this morning. That can’t be right, I thought. The tenses confuse me. The coffee is nearly gone, having disappeared from the bag. According to the date stamped … Continue reading →

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Number Fifteen: Everybody Needs Somebody to Love

Posted on February 14, 2011 by martysmusings

Statistics suggest that two out of three Americans are now in love or were once in love, while another two thirds confess to looking for love in all the wrong places. Add to that the three-sixteenths who believe they been … Continue reading →

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