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		<title>when you hear me speak of heaven&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 14:51:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Free time and car keys were ours. Our stomachs full of our favorite barbeque, The Boy and I piled up for a tour of the old stomping grounds. There were hours to kill. Curiously, as we drove and I pointed out the sites, I found myself in censor mode. I was in college then, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Burning bridges&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:09:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first time I saw the Dewey Bridge was on a drive with Eddie. We were in his truck, along the back way from Cisco to Moab, camera gear piled in the backseat and the radio scratching out gospel wails. The highway hopped and hugged the muddy Colorado, and we studied the light on the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nothing, son&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 18:41:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So the other day I went to retrieve The Boy from school. I entered the office where I have to sign him out, and there is a little girl sitting on the bench next to the sign-out sheet. She says Hi and I return her greeting and then I hear this familiar voice behind me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Carrier of Uncertainty&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.drivingtheflies.com/2008/04/08/the-carrier-of-uncertainty/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 16:52:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Boy is an able traveler. He is accustomed to the lift-offs and landings, the terminal dashes and loopy scheduling. He carries a book, some games, and the security of experience; We&#8217;ve lost count of how many times he&#8217;s flown somewhere with us. He is also accustomed to traveling with his mother, who comes prepared [...]]]></description>
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		<title>knows all, tells some&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.drivingtheflies.com/2007/11/19/knows-all-tells-some/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 15:40:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[hey Dad, he says yo I&#8217;m trying to cram the last of an overdue John Le Carre novel into my eyes while the telly blasts away. what&#8217;s erectile dysfunction? (cough) well, son. It&#8217;s a, um, medical condition that, um, near as I can tell from seeing the commercials, is, um, caused by lengthy marriages. really? [...]]]></description>
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		<title>First Blood&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.drivingtheflies.com/2007/05/14/first-blood/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 13:50:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Boy stands on the step, looking at me, inside the camper. He&#8217;s quiet, still. Eventually I sense he&#8217;s there, and turn to him. -Whatcha doing? -Nothing. Mom&#8217;s getting a bandage. -Oh? He shows me a bloody palm. -Did you crash? -Yeah. -What happened? -Got into some gravel and tried to turn. -Yep, that&#8217;ll do [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Do the Hustle&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.drivingtheflies.com/2007/01/26/do-the-hustle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dad? Yo. What does &#8220;hustle&#8221; mean? We&#8217;re on our way north, for another basketball game. We&#8217;ve, appropriately enough, been talking hoops. I feel this is one of my duties as a dad, to deliver the motivational speeches and encouragement before The Boy undertakes whatever activity. I don&#8217;t reach win-one-for-the-gipper levels, but I almost always play [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Driving the Fly&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.drivingtheflies.com/2007/01/19/driving-the-fly/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 16:57:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I slow time. The colors are lurid, dreamy, and at my leisure I scope in for the head shot, unaffected by the cloud of blood that erupts when the bullet hits its mark. Calmly, serenely, I locate another target, fire, and am onto the next before the slug finishes its flight. In a bombed out [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Damnedest Thing&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.drivingtheflies.com/2007/01/08/the-damnedest-thing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 17:50:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s the message every father fears. Your son&#8217;s first basketball game of the season is tonight. Okay, maybe not every father, but if you have a son like mine, a kid whose previous athletic performance is perhaps the very definition of the word spastic, it sets the heart to racing. See, I remember last season. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Where Art Is&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://www.drivingtheflies.com/2006/11/06/where-art-is/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 19:22:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Boy was stressing because the trees were not cooperating. The brown lines of the trunks trembled like cheap animation and the green scalloped poofs sitting atop them varied in size, testament, to his eye, that he just couldn&#8217;t do it. He had a brain template, you see; A tree looks like this. A bird [...]]]></description>
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