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06 January 2011

...and the chocolatier was baffled and just drove home

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In 1903 (Elm Street, Ithaca, New York) my grandfather caused the death of one his sons in a most particularly awful way. It involved a thresher. He never spoke of it again. In 1942 my father’s brother was lost in the sinking of the US Independence Hall; he had been given a marlinspike knife by a British sailor, which he had given to my father for safekeeping before sailing. Passed on to me, I gave it to my nephew’s daughter. ENDGAME PORTS b. 1947, Ithaca Leafy green village upstate undergraduate college Iowa Writers’ Workshop MFA Two years solitary cabin by lake, reading Raleigh & Chapel Hill, reading Commercial Beekeeper, four years Potter and decorator, three years Bicycle dharma bum, reading, writing Archivist at Cornell University several years Paris-Brest-Paris, 1200km bicycle audax, 1987 Heart surgeries Passim: four matrimonial adventures, reading and writing In my late fifties, founded Loudeac Tile Studio (wherein Madompna La Vogdesa and I sublimate artistic reproductions on tile and stone)
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