I love watching the law on television. I enjoy Court TV. I watched every moment of the O. J. Simpson trial as it unfolded live. For pseudo-law junkies, there are new programs dealing with small claims court cases on the air this television season and I will review them for you now.
Here I am hunting and pecking this complaint because my pinky finger is cut and turning purple with every keystroke. I’m still bleeding intermittently all over my keyboard. Moments ago, I bled all over our new bedspread. Dried blood comes out easily, right?
I always find it fascinating how Go Inside Magazine articles can hunt you down and beg to be written any time everywhere – even while you’re away on assignment! My most recent “drop everything and write this” article was sparked by an experience with First Alert. First Alert made their bones in the smoke detector field and now they’ve expanded their product line to include Carbon Monoxide (CO) Alarms.
During Christmas of 1984, I visited North Loup, Nebraska to spend the holiday with my mother and Great Aunt Ellamae along with her son Russ, her daughter Martha and the their families. Christmastime in North Loup was always a postcard: Tables overflowed with smoked turkey and candied ham and chokecherry jam smiled from hot slices of homemade bread. Santa Claus with his dancing reindeer kicked along rooftops while flickering colored lights reflected from rain gutters and downspouts.
North Loup is my mother’s home village (it isn’t big enough to qualify as a “town” in Census records). She and I would visit my Grandpa there often as I grew up. My Grandpa, Bill Vodehnal, was the village pharmacist and he and I would explore the village together in his old, slate-grey, Plymouth Fury II at a blazing two miles per hour. Every street, except for “Main Street” (which was really Highway 11) was paved with gravel. My Grandpa was long dead when I visited North Loup in 1984, but I always felt his spirit rumbling deep within me every time we pulled into town.
In 1984, I wanted to take down a visual diary of the village for a novel I was writing based upon the atmosphere and earthiness I knew only to exist in North Loup, Nebraska. The images you’ll tour in this article are the touchstones I committed to film that day. Even now, these images speak to me without having to listen or comprehend. These thoughts touch me on the dirt level of the soul where things silently grow and blossom into magical, emotional, things one could never comprehend in any intellectual moment.
by Dave “ShagDaddy” Boles
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On the spin today is a review of the zaggy new HP660LX — the Bigger & Brighter Bro to the HP620LX. If I sound wacky and loose, it’s all because of the 660LX, baby! I’m in heaven, and when you’ve been taken to the moon in the palm of your hand, there’s no other way to frame the trip than remaining “out there” in the realm of HP divinity. Kick with me and know the 660LX in detail…
Jeffrey K. Zeig, Ph.D., is Founder and Director of The Milton H. Erickson Foundation, Inc. He has edited, coedited or authored twelve professional books and five monographs covering Ericksonian psychotherapy, hypnosis, brief therapy, and eclectic psychotherapy. Two additional books have been written about his work. Dr. Zeig’s books have been translated into nine languages and he is based in Phoenix, Arizona.
My biological father’s last name is Isherwood. I was born David Isherwood. My biological father left my mother and me 10 days after my birth (the divorce court, I am told, had ordered him to stay 10 days after I was born and he stayed exactly 10 days to the minute). Not a moment longer. Not a month in the basement to help out my mother and their new son. Nothing. He was gone and in the arms of another woman so he could start a new family with her. My biological father went on to father three more children with his second wife. They divorced a few years ago.
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