Ninth of December
A tale of dreams, lies and broken hearts
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It’s Sunday, November 23rd, just four days until Thanksgiving. I’m planning to go to my parents’ house for the holiday. I have a million thoughts running through my head concerning the turkey-and-stuffing-filled revelry. I’m sure it will be lovely. Depression is getting the best of me today. I woke up at eight this morning and…
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I came home from work tonight, and the rooming house was quiet. Depressingly silent. I stopped briefly as I walked through the front door. I looked to my right, where two guys were watching some type of action movie. Terminator, I think. One of the fellas, he’s new, been here about a week, was lying…
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I usually rush through writing these. I get an idea, I pop open the computer, I bang it out and wait to see how people respond to it. Not today. I’m moving slowly, intently, and methodically. I need to feel this one. I’m ready to go a little deeper. Yes, I usually like to write…
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C’mon, man. You read these pages, or you know me personally; do I strike you as a fisherman? Could you picture me out on a charter boat, bracing for my balance, with rod and reel in hand, as the vessel bounced up and down on the high seas? Waterproof overalls and a yellow floppy hat…
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I went on a date last night. It was the first time I went out with a woman, one-on-one, in quite a few years. I showered and got ready in my room at the house, and as I slipped into my Carolina Blue Hugo Boss shirt and dark designer blue jeans, my thoughts drifted to…
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11:29 PM, August 19, 2025. Freehold, New Jersey. It’s quiet outside. I’m looking out the window, which is a sea of black. I can’t even make out the neighboring cemetery. I know it’s there, though; I think about it all the time. Its solitary silence at night gives me some strange type of peace. It’s…
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I left Raleigh the morning of January 28th and made it to my parents’ house in Morganville, New Jersey, later that night. My father, Arthur, 79 years old, is in fairly good health for a two-pack-a-day smoker. He stands at 5 feet 9 inches tall, and he looks a lot like me, or I look…
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We’re a long, long way from St. Marys Street. Literally, figuratively, and, most concerning, mentally. After 25 years of covering news stories and travels which took me around the world, my beloved satellite truck business closed for good in July 2024. Unemployed and unable to get out of my own way, that summer saw police…
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December 9th, 2009. It was like any other night; it started that way, anyway. My lovely wife, Chloe, and I were watching late-night television in the living room of our 4,200 square foot, inside-the-beltline Raleigh, North Carolina home, with our children, Elliot, 7, and Cate, 4, asleep in their rooms, maybe 10 feet away from…
Ninth of December 