My Dog is Chelsea

I screwed up. Today is Saturday, July 16, exactly 4 days too late to wish my Uncle Joe a timely happy 38th (wink) birthday. So, per his request, for his birthday I will tell the story of the first time I met him:
I was only a few months old, living in London. Uncle Joe came [...]

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We got another noise complaint. This time, though, nobody was practicing their music, or talking on a cell phone loudly, or even dropping a 2×4 onto the patio below. This time, according to our lovely (I use the term loosely) neighbor, at noon on Saturday we were making copious amounts of [...]

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It’s late. I just finished working the closing shift, and soon I will head off to bed for a few hours, only to wake up and work a double—9 to 5 at the newspaper and 5 until midnight at the coffeeshop, with a little use of the teletransport machine in between to [...]

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I met him one lovely night back in March at my friend Misha’s party. He was donning a kilt, and braids in his hair, and my first thought was, “Gee, I didn’t know Misha was friends with Renaissance kids.”
Turns out he wasn’t a Reni—he actually was someone with whom I shared [...]

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My roommate was on her way out to some event for work when she made her announcement:
“Oh! I forgot—I lost my keys. Somewhere between the car and the front door. Will you be home later?”
I said I wasn’t sure, so she took the spare one just to be safe. I went back about my [...]

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