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The Yutz and The Putz

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“The Blob” was a 1958 Science Fiction movie: The film stars the then unknown but soon to be iconic actor, Steve McQueen. The plot depicts a geometrically expanding red amoeba type alien who crashes to earth from outer space in a meteorite and begins to engulf and digest humans. The creature’s vulnerability to coldness is discovered and it is finally shrunken and contained. It is then transported the to the Arctic, where it is parachuted to a perpetual frozen and arrested existence. Conventional wisdom says while the “Blob” alien is not dead, it “has appeared to have been stopped.” To this, Steve McQueen replies with the now prophetic last line in the film, "Yeah, stopped as long as the Arctic stays cold.”

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I am nothing without Angie

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In short, time skipped back ten years, and in the blink of an eye everyone found themselves where they were ten years ago. The things that everyone in the world had done were now undone; children were not yet born, love had not yet been found, death had not yet come - but the memories of those ten years were still there.

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Burglar!

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I had my children and my wife packed in my car. We were just returning from a weeklong trip to Lake Tahoe where we had done some camping, water skiing, and fishing. The only thing any of us had really caught was poison ivy and sunburns but we had still enjoyed ourselves overall. We arrive home on Saturday morning. I was due to be back on duty the next day so I was looking forward to a little sleep in a real bed before I had to return. When I was about to pull into the drive I noticed that the kitchen door was open.

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The Institute for Ethical Studies

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These high-end robots are so life-like that you sometimes forget that they are not humans. But that is a big mistake. Pardon me, the politically correct term is electronic people.

I work at the Institute for Ethical Studies. As you doubtlessly know, that is a think tank for the Progressive Party. One of my colleagues there is an electronic person named Andrew.

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Rainbow Bridge

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It is just a concrete motorway bridge spanning the M25. It is not magnificent, like the QEll that crosses the Thames. Nor is it the common low flat, nearly all the same, type bridge that is useless for navigation. My bridge, for that is what I used to call it, stands out from the rest. Maybe because it is so high up sitting between two sides of a deep man made valley with the eight lane motorway flowing rapidly below.

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Winter

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The old man with grey streaked hair warmed himself over the fireplace of his modest Boston area home.  Now 67 and in the winter of his life, Brian was a recent widower, trying to navigate the senior dating scene after 40+ years of marriage.
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The Dream

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The boy slept peacefully in his bed.  Dreams of cartoons characters filled his head with joy and happiness.  I have only just awoken.  I saw the world though his eyes and the world is beautiful, new and filled with wonder.  Tonight I will leave him to sleep.  I have work to do and sleep won't come so easily in the nights to come.

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The Incident at Bella Vista

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“Well, the house was built in 1868, shortly after the end of the Civil War.  Built by the Bellomi family who were owners of a grain mill in nearby Jamestown, NY.  Jamestown was at that time a large milling community in Western NY.  The Bellomi family wanted a quiet area to live, somewhere outside the hustle and bustle of Jamestown.  So they built this lovely estate in quiet Kiantone, NY, a home they eventually called ‘Bella Vista’ or ‘beautiful view’ as a celebration of their business success.”

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She Danced in the Rain

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Life was not going as Miranda Allen had thought it should. It had been three long years. Those years involved frequent fighting followed by her husband Adam telling her that she would never amount to anything. Tears often stained her cheeks as she would always look in the mirror at the end of the day and say she was where she was supposed to be. No one had told her otherwise.

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You're Fired

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I remember getting the call at home. The Lieutenant said, in his Irish brogue: “Jesus, Joseph and Mary, What’s this job coming to, Frankie, you got made!” That’s copspeak for promoted. It came over the FINEST teletype at my command. I was instructed to report to One Police Plaza (NYPD HEADQUARTERS), better known by cops as “The Puzzle Palace” at 0800 hours the next day to be sworn in.

Yesterday I couldn’t even spell sergeant....Today I am one!

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