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I was born in Saco, Maine. From what I have been told it was a cold September day in 1945. The war had just come to a close as I entered the world.
I spent the first twenty years of my life exploring the shores and forests of southeast Maine. It was an interesting life. However, during my formative years, I did not realize how interesting it truly was.
In 1965 I joined the Navy. After serving four years, I was discharged. I thought it would be a good idea to join the US Air Force and make a career of the military. The military had other ideas and I was designated as unenligible for relistment. So, after nearly ten years serving our country, I once again found myself on the outside looking in.
Over the years I have lived …
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“Hey Eddie. What do you want to do today?” came the introduction to yet another adventure with my best friend Charlie. During the winter, he lived in Massachusetts. But, come summer, he lived nearly in my backyard and the woods of Maine became our playground. “I don’t know. Let’s go to our camp and think of something.” was my usual reply. So, off we went to our camp, fort or hideout. The title was dependent on how we felt on any given day. Camp was used if we were in a playful mood and just w...
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Our Friend Goldie sang a song that no one else knew He'd sing his lovely song the whole day He sang a song that no one else knew He sang his song his whole life thru There's no words to his song for words would be wrong Twas a song that came from his heart He sang a song that no one else knew He'd sing his own song the whole day thru Upon my arm he'd sit and sing And his song would bring a smile He'd proudly stand and sing his tune He'd sing his own song the whole day thru But then one day hi...
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It was an unusually warm summer day in Maine when Charlie and I decided to find something to do. Quite often this developed into 'getting into trouble', as his mother liked to put it. 'Let's go up to our camp and think of something interesting.' This was the normal start of Charlie's ideas. Once we arrived at our camp it was always, well, almost always, left up to me to determine what we would do. Problem with this was, I usually had wild ideas that ended in trouble. Charlie was my best frien...
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This, by far, is the best piece I have read. I am able to feel the emptiness of the life while at the same time the personal fullfillment of the same life. The work seems replusive from the perspective of the reader and yet so necessary. It is interesting the way you have placed the references to the narrator being deaf. It seems to be in random locations throughout the story. But, on second review, there does seem to be a pattern. The reader is made aware of the fact that a horrendous life i...
As I began to read, I was thinking that this would be a rather boring and uninteresting story. But, you very quickly moved from the mundane into the surreal world of the mind that is on the brink of something new. I was prepared for the 'cursing' that you had forwarned the reader. But, I didn't find anything out of the odinary. Just a couple points. At the start you imply a story in the past, as illustrated by your usesage of the word 'sat'. Then you proceed to narrate in the present with the...
While this is an interesting piece, I'm not sure where it should be leading me. Perhaps that is the whole purpose. To leave the reader to their own devices in determining whether to feel empathy for the subject or feel confusion. It has more of a philosophical flavor. I would suspect that it is the musings of a deep thinker.
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