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Posts published by “Paul Modic”

Dying

I'm continually impressed with my peers, many of whom have moved back home to live with, care for, or be near their aging parents, or have moved them out here.  My mother had moved back…

Busybody Blues

I have a friend in his mid-seventies who still drinks two or more big drinks every night and I thought I would offer him an opportunity to dry out. I called him yesterday in the…

Confessions Of A Curbside Weenie

My local health food store stopped curbside pickup on November 30th and I sure miss emailing my order in on Thursday and picking up my food on Friday. Are things really getting “back to normal”…

My Year In Review 2022

What a year! Once again I was astounded how deep into the past I navigated, this time writing a 17,000 word story about growing up in Indiana, motivated by the 50th reunions taking place in…

The Newspaper Thief

Is it time to call 911 and get out the torches and pitchforks? Because I am outraged at this latest sign of social degradation and desperate thievery in our little town of Redway! What can…

Fifty Years of Hippie History: The Arrival

It's 1972. I'm seventeen smoking a joint on an old tractor at a farmhouse we're renting for $45 a month in Solsberry, Indiana outside Bloomington. Ice cream cones are five cents in the store down…

Pushing A Hot Button

Trans kids and the pronoun crew are outdoing the hippies, I have to hand them that. We just smoked weed, got naked, had casual sex, dropped out, moved to the hills, grew marijuana and made…

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