The New Yorker 11-16-09
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A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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- Mixed messages
- Archival bath aid
- Having cat for Thanksgiving
- Christmas advisory
- Found
- Granny
- Be not ungourded
- "Whole lotta shakin' goin' awn"
- Three amigos
- Gathering dust over the ice box?
- I rest me in the thought
- .....relishing the brown bubbles on top,
- Extremism in defense of your (welding) is a good vise
- CANCELLED
- Ruth Elies, prom queen, Sun Prairie WI high school...
- Wait just a minute!
- "Hanging on in quiet desperation
- Who says porcupines aren't beautiful?
- John Helt and I wear the orange dove arm-bands, 1981
- Some of my best friends........
- 100 great movie lines
- More old stuff, click to enlarge
- Sheet music in the basement
- Old New Yorker raccoon cover, Jan. 24, 1994
- Gourd? Fishing lure?
- THOSE WERE
- Airstream encampment by the Pyramids: Fold-down t...
- Archival, continued
- Sunny Rupnow, the late, unforgotten
- From a dusty box in the basement
- Ft. Hood memorial service
- They came down from Resthaven Hill
- You had to have been there.......
- Laurie (Dix) Kari, of Norwegian ancestry
- Dancingby Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned H...
- Expeditionist
- V'-hickles I wish I had now
- It's like this
- Garmentage
- ILLUSIONS upon arising
- Gone, but not forgotten
- I beg thee, pay heed
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