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on June 09, 2013

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So much change. I'm still not recovered but mostly I'm happy. This year's Pan Ohio is approaching, work is jumping, so many good things going on in general.

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Day 22: A Father's Gift

Welcome to Father's Day. The Sines Family - from left: Victoria, Alexandra, Elizabeth, Shawn, Connor & Eva Sines. circa December 2010. I could rant about the point of this holiday (or the lack of one), its commercial nature and the declining seeming socially supported importance of fathers in a modern American society, but I'll try to end all that negative Nancy stuff here. Instead on this day when American society chooses to reflect on the contribution of the male parent, I wanted to talk a little about what I've experienced as a father. I was fortunate, apparently, to have a father in my life -- for my entire life. He's not a candidate for world's greatest dad (most of us aren't), but through his example I learned a lot of things - positive and negative. I learned that our children, no matter how hard we fight it will still expect us to be dad as they grow up. They change and advance rapidly as we begin to stabilize and possibly slow down. They w

Theme Change

Jared told me to stop living in the mid 2000's. I have now moved into the early 2010's.

Crimson Rain - Pt 1: Night City

Found the original hand written version so now I'm rewriting them and entering them into Word.. This is the beginning of the story introduced in Crimson Drought a while back for those wondering.. More as I get it written - I'll place it in small chunks I promise.. ----------------------------- Crimson Rain Chapter 1: Night City Johnny Hazzard was a star. Rising and falling on the love of the underground rock scene. A poet of rebellion. A hero of the counterculture and the object of so many young girls lustful drives. He enjoyed his position in the world. He enjoyed that people would pay him money to get up on stage and sing songs of open rebellion. Johnny knew he was no prophet of change, he’d seen far too much of his slowly decaying world to be ignorant to the people who pulled the strings. His dusty tan complexion, close cropped hair with extended bangs bleached peroxide white in a swoosh contrasting his naturally brown locks. His arm and leg of smooth polished ch

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