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Anthony Head's avatar

I have always considered myself privileged to have spent a few hours in the company of Damon Falke's dad. That was back during his Texas Book Seller phase, in Marshall, if I'm remembering it right. That sum' bitch got me to read Ulysses one year because he'd throw Bloomsday soirees in mid-June, which might include participants being called on to present their impressions of the story. I was. And I have kept the promise that I made that evening, so many years in the past, to never read that fucking book again. And while once was enough for me, I'm so grateful for the more senior Mr. Falke to have kicked me down that side road. The younger Falke, Damon, has composed a wonderful scene here, including the yellow dog.

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Ned Mudd's avatar

Very nice piece. Except for the yellow dog, I’ve been through similar phases. (Unless "Old Yeller" counts, in which case, count me in with yellow dog.) Phase hoppers are often difficult to relate to. Although I like to think it graces us with a sheen of complexity not often found in those who see the blur of time as a mere linear transit. Each to his/her own. At any rate, "Books and coffee” says a lot without needing to say more. Which, in my book (no pun), is the sign of a worthy writer, not just somebody who writes.

As Keith Richards crooned: “It’s a struggle, yeah yeah…” Let’s hope we’re all making the best of it!

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