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She was in Cortina d'Ampezzo, Italy on a skiing holiday, I was there on business, a meeting with a big shot named Sir Charles Lytton, who's in the jewelry business. While there it would have been criminal to pass up a few runs down those beautiful Dolomite mountains surrounding this quaint village. All the fresh powder around there this time of year is picture postcard pretty. Saw her on a

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She started it with; "you've never been to Carnival"?—"Oh, yes I have! Says I"! "The carnival came to our town every spring, I rode every ride they had, not once did I throw-up". At this time in history I wasn't considered an International man of intrigue. More like a barn painting plowboy on his first trip across the Ocean. Out of OKC to NYC to catch a bird out to London. A layover in the JFK

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It was the Winter I was hanging out around the west side of California when I meet Robert (Bob). At one of those typical West Hollywood parties, lots of hot crotch and silicone breasts. These parties have more pretty blonde people in one place than any other place on Earth. In the corner of the game room he is pick'n and grin'n a sweet six string, a handful of folks, half-ass paying attention to

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A big loud boom, another big boom shakes my tent, jolts me from my slumber, my heart is pounding. A few feet away, again boom–boom, followed by a giggle. I look at my watch its 4:15 AM, who is out there firing off high powered rounds? I'm in no hurry to find out, I'm a snug bug in a sleeping bag with a hang over. I chamber my trusty side arm just in case and roll over for forty more winks. Just

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Her name was, or it sounded like "Hi-Lite," or maybe it was the incredible hair coloring she had. Met her after a great roller-coaster ride in Sweden, she was a portrait sketch artist at the park. Drawing only in red pencil on brown paper (shopping bags), were like none I'd ever seen before. A sexual joviality about her that was hard to resist. Sure, I have been heckled for admitting to liking

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Down Alabama way in the heart of Dixie Land I met-up with Trixie. Through a friend of a friend we were introduced and took up correspondence over the internet. Had been talking with "Trixie" back and forth online for weeks and it was about time to get-on over for a face to face and look see in person. I flew in to Birmingham about midnight a little hung-over from all the flight delays on the

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 I became interested in sailing a few moons ago when I saw Turner on TV in Newport, RI, a wee bit tipsy bragging about his team's chances of winning the World Cup. In those days TT was prone to getting a little liquored up and letting his mouth overload his ass. Since I enjoy all kinds of racing from horses to lawnmowers, I might like sail boats too. That following year I went up that way to see

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On soft clean green sheets, cool fresh air kissing our cheeks. Smirks of contented happiness. Sweet dreams on pale green sheets was these. With the arrival of spring we looked forward to brighter skies, blooming flowers and the feel of a lush green grass under our feet. Bringing new hopes with them sweet dreams on those sheets. Warmth of the Sun through the windows, outside cold air calls.

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I was visiting Istanbul, Turkey awhile back when I saw a woman in a Burqa for the first time, first hand, there she was. Dark fabric surrounding these eyes of gold. I was struck with this image. I can not recall a time when the color of eyes contrasted so well against another color. Dark fabric the back-drop to these eyes of liquified sunshine were before me, I was spell bound, I was temporally

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The Church bell rang out as I rounded the corner in a bee line to the Lords House. It was one of those Sundays when most of the congregation would be in full force, filling the house to the rafters, standing room only. Seems like there are a few times during the year when the Holy Houses fills up, Christmas and Easter. Of course our place is no different, except we have an annual Church picnic

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We were out at Todd's ranch, a few miles South of Vegas for a friendly game of poker that night. There was myself, Toddy G'man, Billy Jack, Big Steve, Lucky Larry and Jimmy Mac. A rough bunch of hombres, excluding myself of course. We all knew each other as are paths had crossed over the years. A couple of the guys could easily crawl into a cage match and hold their on. Plus, one was still a

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I sailed into the Mar del Plata harbor for the Christmas holidays. Argentina is a country I love to visit for its culture, the courtesy to even strangers. A vast country, impressive and appealing, from seaside resorts, island hideaways to snow capped mountains, something for everyone. I can appreciate a country progressive enough to elect that Cristina Kirchner as their first female President. 

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Punk'n escaped the detention center where he was being held for trespassing and destruction of public property. (hence the jail house-shirt). I had a studio east of downtown in one of those areas that most people feared to tread. All kinds of interesting characters were up around here. After dark an outsider could get themselves in trouble real quick. Seems art zones are always in these

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An interesting evening it was, a string tie benefit banquet for the arts. I first saw her in front of a large painting in an akimbo pose nodding her head as if the canvas was speaking to her, she was agreeing in approval. Aristocratically strolling from one art object to another it was if she was floating on air. As we passed each other in the gallery I swear she threw me a surreptitious glance

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What about Humpty Dumpty? Sitting up there on that wall. It must have been a tall wall, because he had a great fall. Try as they might, all of them, the King's horses and men could not put Humpty back together. I first learned of this tragedy many moons ago, when a nice lady read to me this story.There are various theories of the original "Humpty Dumpty". The earliest known version is in a

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Early November we crossed South Texas, slipping into Mexico about daybreak on a journey to pick up this ladies custom made boots. Occasional traveling companions were we over the years. Invited along for back-up I suspect, ya know some border towns can erupt in gunfire when you least expect it. Its nice to have someone along that can call the hospital or morgue if needed.  "Buenas días" We took

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I was rolling on two from Vancouver to Birmingham for the Winter with a stop-over in Montana for some fly fishing and camping. A few days ahead of the projected North Winds I was taking the scenic back roads towards South Dakota. All was fine and dandy when my steel haus starts to piss, sputter and die. (Damn it) Near dark, not to worry — some one will drive by, I have camping gear, a little food

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I ran across Paul the first time in Prague at one of those gallery opening where urban hipsters gather to see and be seen. Am sure this Hillbilly looked out of place at this gathering of sophisticates. I was with someone who casually knew Paul and introduced us. Later-on a group of us from the show meet-up at the discotheque to talk about art and such. I traveled to Prague as others have for

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I was on a Christchurch/Canterbury excursion, when I saw her. It was a cool crisp afternoon close to sunset, I was headed to Cathedral Square to see and hear "The Wizard of New Zealand". As the Art of the Wizard unfolded before the assembled crowd, it felt as if someone was staring at me. When I turned to confront them, to see whom it was looking my way, this is when I saw her turning away. 

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I love Spring she is my favorite. She's not to cold, she's not to hot, just right. My spirits are lifted at first glimpse, full of life, filled with song. Rainbows, butterflies, birds and bees. Every shade of green sprinkled with every imaginable color. A combined fragrance bouquet like none other. Clean and warm to the touch. The love bug is very active this time year. She is even tempered most

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Fun when she showers you with big fluffy flakes. Cool and crisp with the purity of white. Winter is a brisk delight, cool kisses in the morning wake you up. I know Jack Frost, known Old Man Winter for awhile too, its his niece I sometimes like. When her winds blow cold and won't let go. Weeks into months, starting to wish that icy cold bitch would go far, far away. For all the good times and

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Sunshine wherever she was. Big curls with crazy eyes, with these big blue's, she could see things I couldn't. That big curly hair bounced as if dancing when she walked. Her enthusiasm and passion for arts was contagious. Bright and cheerful, she encouraged me to become better acquainted with the color yellow. A dollop here and there adds a little zip to the dip. I looked at; buttermilk yellow,

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When she gazed up on you, it was like she was looking into you, as if you are the most fascinating, interesting and important person on the planet. Calmness embraced the environment that is hers. An intoxicating potpourri of rare and exotic flora filled this air. Delicate lip kisses were warm honey. Wrapped-up in her, surrounded by a big blue Ocean, it created a powerfully calming experience for

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One Spring afternoon while wetting hooks in the Rio Grande, Buck got this crazy idea he was gonna rodeo to the North and play all the way back to Texas. Houston to Calgary, Canada. With stops in San Antonio, Cowtown, Oklahoma City, Tulsa, Kansas City, Omaha, Denver, Cheyenne, Billings and some how fit a couple of stops in the Dakotas. How would I like to tag along? Welp, I'm not much of a real

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She leaned in to whisper when her auburn hair fell forward and framed these luminous eyes. Like the generations of artists, poets and writers that preceded me I too found inspiration in the color amber. Her eyes were from nearly yellow-orange to reddish-brown depending on the light. She had a mane of long curl auburn hair deeper than copper with highlights of gold. All the colors of sunshine

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