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Category Archives: Literature
So I’ve been away for a while — sorry about that. I was down much of last week with the flu (upper respiratory version this time around), which has hit the campus pretty hard of late. Indeed, my department chair … Continue reading
I was informed today by my Dean that it looks like my sabbatical this fall is a go, pending the college president’s signature. As I noted some time back, I intend to spend it focusing on my creative work, and … Continue reading
I have numerous meetings in the coming days, and had some other committee work with which to deal on Friday, so getting focused has been a bit of a challenge. Still, here we are. *** At the Mondoville basketball doubleheader … Continue reading
Mrs. M is at the gym, and I just got home from Wal-Mart a few minutes ago. So what say we get caught up, huh? *** Classes resumed on Tuesday, and my sections are what my mom would have called … Continue reading
Family and friends of Neil Peart announced the death of the former Rush drummer, who died of brain cancer on Tuesday at the age of 67. Neil, called “the Professor” by bandmates and fans, Peart’s virtuoso skill behind the kit … Continue reading
So after I concluded this morning’s post, I got myself civilized and headed out. My first stop was for brunch, at the famous Katz’s Delicatessen. In keeping with my own taste and the recommendation of a former student, I went … Continue reading
I woke up shortly after midnight yesterday in Mondoville, because I had a flight to catch in Charlotte at 6 a.m., which meant I had to reach the airport at what my daughter would describe as “Stupid o’clock”. And since … Continue reading