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Things that are forming come from what has already formed. Everything that is came from what was before. Everything that is yet to be will come from today (or tomorrow, as the case may be). When I was a lad there was a vast maze cut in the hedges before me-as I wandered through and looked behind I was astonished to find a straight line where I had been. Which was the truth of it-the curving and wayward cuts and turns or the simple and sublime linearity? I think that, somehow, all things that could have happened did happen, and I’m living in the chain of circumstance that is most pertinent-while I am also in all the other events each for its own face. I read a book, its chapt

760 Boulevard, Athens Georgia: Halloween Story
Boulevard is the name of a street in Athens Georgia. The surrounding historical district bears the same name. In 1898 the streetcar came to Athens. This meant a greater convenience in transit and resulted in new neighborhoods that, in their day, were considered suburbs. The same year the streetcar arrived, the Athens Park and Improvement Company bought the 150 acres that would comprise Boulevard. The lots were north of Prince Avenue and its attendant Neo-Classical mansions.  Variously, the homes in the Boulevard District were built in Greek Revival, Queene Anne, Neoclassical, Craftsman and American Foursquare. There was a park to the west of the development, with a lake. Oa

The Trials of Prince Charming
It was a while ago after happily ever after. For me, it was really like any other day in the office. You know,  pounding down coffee, calling tech support about the networked printer’s latest breakdown, ignoring the surreal distortion fluorescent lighting lends to reality, that sort of thing. Then, my phone rang-a little earlier than usual. Caller ID showed it was someone I’d known for quite some time, my old college drinking buddy, Prince Charming. We’d been hanging out more than usual lately, something my wife didn’t quite approve of but also didn’t quite address. She liked Charming, he was my only friend that didn’t come over to watch college ball

Ugly Duckling Part Two
The swan grew up among ducks, all along believing himself to be hideous. Later in life, he discovered that there were others that looked exactly like him. To his surprise and immediate delight, he found that, rather than being considered ugly, the swans were held to be the very model of grace and beauty. The laws of the kingdom forbade men from killng and eating them-only the king was allowed to do this, and being the special food of the king was indeed an honor rather than a horror. There were, however, far more swans than the king could ever hope to devour, and he didn’t seem especially interested in eating swans at all. The swan thought he had it made. Until, after being

Three Bad Wolves
The three little pigs were holed up in the brickhouse and no matter how hard Big Bad blew, it wasn’t coming down. Big Bad figured that was the way it was going to be-but he had to try anyway and give compulsory effort. He trudged away, head hung low and belly empty. The pigs mocked him from within the brick house: “Maybe you need to hit the gym more, Big Bad!” the Brick Pig called. It was an intentionally ironic comment, of course. Brick Pig and his brothers Straw and Stick were notorious consumers of junk food and-strangely enough-diet cola. They spent long hours reclined on Lay Z boys watching-again, strangely enough-sports television. Big Bad made no r