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About cenflaguy

Very HWP proportionate: not much height, no weight to speak of.

Been a while.

      I’ve thought about just TRASHING this whole thing an starting over. I thought i could write ‘funny’ and the world would understand. They dont.      As soon as I figure out how to just wipe this clean, I will, … Continue reading

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Another Christmas

   My Army son, Matthew, leaves tomorrow for something called Camp Casey S. Korea. My feelings are mixed. Its statistically safer than Afghanistan, or Iraq: but sitting across the line from millions of starving Koreans: cant be much fun. Espically … Continue reading

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Changes

Going to have to try and remember all the things that have happened. I moved into my own home, did another tourney with Duane, A road trip with Duane to pick up a blazer. Living in ‘the can”. Yes, I’m … Continue reading

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Endings and Beginnings

The weekend of 24-26 Aug. will long be remembered as “Can it get any MORE FUN?” Lets see: I have to be packed and OUTTA HERE, by Tues. latest. I found THIS out – last wed. Thanks for the heads … Continue reading

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More things I want to remember to talk about.

Matt’s marriage, the whole trip, My possibly impending implosion of a 4+ decade love/friendship, the house, and not moving anytime soon. My attitude and health. Things I will find amusing. I guess we could start with Matt. He’s now a … Continue reading

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His eyes are steel, an his gaze is long: Matthew’s a warrior, and this is his song.

Not sure how to start this: but i guess the best way is: I’m pretty sure Matt is getting his “game face” on. Little more “attitude”, little more pumped up about what he’s having to do, things like that. This … Continue reading

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My Brains been beaten an battered,infected an scattered.

Just spent a long time on the phone with one of my oldest friends, Mitch. I remember he moved into the hood i think when i started 7th grade. He was 2 grades ahead, and probably still would be if … Continue reading

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