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So this one evening I stepped behind the bar at Kona Kev's to fill in making drinks while Kev went in the back to refill the ice bucket, when this swe..
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So this morning I crawled out from between the sheets, cradling my head like an overripe tomato about to split, and my room is quiet as the tomb. Bein..
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Heading into the heart of the city, not sure where to start. I really need some leads. Best spot I can think of is to go ask around at the lakeside ma..
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Around 6pm I walk into The Swan’s Egg, owned by Hilda and Ben “Swan” Swanson, down in Bronzetown. Down between 31st and 55th, along ..
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The next morning, I head back over to my office. Hilley made sure I had a copious “kitty bag” when I left the diner last night. Mabel is g..
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The morning continues grey and a little windy, but I’ve got plenty of dry socks in my beat up old suitcase as I arrive in Bronzetown just as the..
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I need time to think and I think best in fresh air and with my feet moving. So, heading down the street to the east, towards the old Capitol building ..
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Detective novel, very much "in progress".
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Sometimes insomnia is not a bad thing, especially when you are lucky enough that your special someone is also wide awake at that hour and you share it..
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July 6, 2011, "Tell Them How You Really Feel" Day
Courage is not my strong suit - at least in affairs of the heart...
So today I am faced with the..
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