Book of Blues

My rush of daily posts while in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville has sadly turned to trickle of thoughts spilt bi-weekly during stolen moments.  It’s 11pm on a Friday night and I”m about to write web copy for a high-priority project that got dumped into my lap. Client web copy usually isn’t in my job description at [...]

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“Welcome back, Finn. We moved up some deadlines while you were on vacation. You can check your email later.” And like that, it was time to go headlong back into the grind. I tried not to let go of the feeling of still being in Ft. Myers, Margritavile. The task was made more arduous by [...]

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I went into the national celebration called Black Wednesday not realizing how much I needed a release. The release came in moments wrapped up in ironies. Real ironies, not the poetic moments people mistake for ironies. Then again, I hold off on that because I might get to the end of this thought and mistake [...]

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“No. You’re a writer,” she supported. It only took those 4 simple words said in a back alley Broad Ripple bar around 2:15 AM by a supportive lady with designer blue eyes to Brian Wilson me into an emotional cocoon for the following ten days. Barenaked Ladies summed up the agonizing experience in the song, [...]

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It was last Thursday night at a local townie bar, Franklin House. The area’s oldest bar has been around since the 1860′s. Creaks and warps in the establishment’s flooring gives testament to the joint’s age, but the square footage, high ceilings and circa 1900 ceiling tiles add to the spacious feel – which is a [...]

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