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Copyright 2008 Ben S. Pollock Over the decade (since February 1998) that we’ve lived in Northwest Arkansas, Ginny and Nick Masullo have thrown the most fantastic and memorable, surreal and comforting parties. Some involved costumes, a number had modest bonfires, and all had warmth, lots of food and a truly wide assortment of guests. The […]
This very short essay was deleted by my hosting service, but its drafts aren’t to be found. It was the second of two about Sarah Palin with an allusion to Hurricane Gustav and just about three quick paragraphs. If a reader pulled off a copy, please send a copy to me — ben (at) benpollock […]
Sen. John McCain chose Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska as the 2008 Republican vice presidential candidate. Details are a click away, but here’s quick thoughts from the hour since the announcement. McCain just evened the Brick odds of winning. Once the primaries indicated the top candidates, I never saw him as beating Sen. Barack Obama, […]
(A reference to the Twilight Zone classic episode, “To Serve Man.”) At Shady Hills, we worry a bit about the cats’ diet since that canned-food scare last year. Most current pet food books recommend raw foods. After all, who cooked for Rosemary and Tiki in Fayetteville fields and alleys? Besides their finding handouts and garbage […]
Close Calls for Second Chances from Second Sight Copyright Ben S. Pollock 2008 Brick paused. Posting this month has been more inconsistent than usual. Bricks do get started but tossed to the slag heap. The lump, with its gaps and off corners, can be reshaped or mushed with others. After all, none of those has […]
My Beloved and I celebrated the first cool weekend in months with a brief, tame adventure: to see the progress of the Fayetteville trails by bicycle. Lengths are now connected that weren’t before. We hit only a few incomplete patches along the Scull Creek and Gordon Long paths. Makes you wonder about Springdale. Maybe others […]