The Handshake At The End

                

By Eric Le Roy

  

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Sometimes a death in the family comes like grief poured over your head, a bucketful of black water. You can drown that way. Sometimes it feels like liberation. Often, it’s more of a handshake. That’s how it was with my Dad and me.

Earlier this week, a friend told me that his mother had passed. She was 93. My friend has also been subjected Read the rest

Europe Today: Inept, Embarrassing, Pathetic

By Eric Le Roy

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   When I was a young lad long ago in the bland, faceless, smugly prosperous America of the 1950s, I had an itch to be somewhere else. As I heard the expression put first on the TV series “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, I would indulge myself regularly in a game called “Anywhere but Here.” The Germans have a beautiful word for it: Wanderlust.

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Noon To Noir

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ As we study history together, I often show documentary films to my students. When these films are about the distant past, there is a voice (or person-moderator) who walks us through the information, using whatever illustrations can be mustered. But as we get nearer to modern times the documentaries come to life: actual human action in black and white. From the late 19th … Read the rest

Hopper

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ I remember walking through the streets of Martinsburg, West Virginia when I was a kid. There was one main street and a couple of fairly busy ones shooting off in different directions on each side. But it was Queen Street, the ‘hub’ of Martinsburg, so to speak, where the busy shops were. I was very young at the time, maybe 6 or 7, and … Read the rest

Jerry West And The Snows Of Yesteryear [Part 2]

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ (maybe even 21+)

Part 1: https://thinkmytime.com/jerry-west-and-the-snows-of-yesteryear

The Late Innings

Now a lot of the shops and businesses were opening, and through the vast draperies of snow that reminded him of some sort of grand circus tent or bazaar full of an endless array of curtains with glittering designs from maybe Turkey or some Arab land with belly dancers bearing beautiful gleaming jewels in their … Read the rest