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Ten thousand years from now 0

Dear Bradshaw,

I’m back in Rome, sitting in my living room on the beanbag, drinking wine. I’m so tired I don’t know which way is up, down, sideways, inside out, outside in or anything else. I’m delirious. Confused. Not because of the wine. (Not only anyway.) But because I’m jet-lagged. I’d like to lie down in bed and sleep but am waiting for a reasonable hour. Otherwise, I risk suffering the time difference for days, weeks even. After all, it’s nine hours later here, which means 7pm instead of 10am. Clearly, I should be wide-awake but I’m not, and that’s the pith of my problem. continue reading »

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Paper, plastic, lint, ribbons, ants and other insects 0

Dear Bradshaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† What’s new? Nothing? Me neither = drinking wine and writing. Other than that, I thought you’d like to hear what’s new with Jimi. As you know, she’s in the habit of eating anything: paper, plastic, lint, ribbons, ants and other insects, and whatever we eat. Recently, trying to coax food from Francesca, she started showing off with acrobatics and incredible tricks of intelligence, and I mean far beyond what I’d expect from a cat. Just last week, she did a flying pirouette, landing on the arm of the couch with her mouth open, waiting to be awarded with a slice of banana. Yesterday, for a strand of spaghetti, she leaped arching through the air, flipped upside-down over the table, and practically floated to the ground while flapping her paws. I’m telling you, pal, if you’ve never seen a cat do that you’ve got to get your guts over here ASAP. Meanwhile, if I drink one more sip of this wine and then order a pizza, Jimi’ll play the guitar with her teeth, hoping for a bite. And we don’t even have a guitar. continue reading »

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Inside a genie’s lamp 0

Dear Shaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Big news, buddy, big Big BIG news = Francesca and I are getting married. I proposed and she said yeah, sure, let’s do it. We’ve considered all matrimony maneuvers, everything from jumping out of an airplane to exchanging wedding vows at the bottom of the Pacific. We’ve discussed having the reception in an empty bottle of wine or inside a genie’s lamp, otherwise on the moon or around the sun or some other satellite or star, but nothing seemed to strike the right cord. So we settled on a restaurant in Laguna Beach. continue reading »

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Inside a crater on the moon 0

Dear Bradshaw, 

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† I was excited and pleasantly surprised to receive your letter. As I’ve told you before you write well. Why not keep a diary or start a story or something? Writing is fun, cathartic, passes the time, provides escape and, maybe most importantly, releases demons. You may be there but when you write you can be anywhere: a beautiful beach on a tropical island, inside a crater on the moon, or the peak of Stromboli when it’s spitting red lava into the black sky. continue reading »

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a new Earth critter, fresh from nirvana 0

Dear Bradshaw,

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† What’s the word? How’s it going in there? You’ve probably got the whole place in the crook of your elbow by now. Knowing you, I don’t doubt it.

            You might remember that Francesca has been begging me for a cat and I kept vetoing the idea but well, finally, I figured it would be worth seeing the look on her face when she came home from work and there was a kitten running around so I secretly took a day off to adopt one.

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