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Memories, Wishes And Lies.: Scarves
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Memories, Wishes And Lies. Essays On Travel, Home And A Life Less Ordinary. Sunday, March 14, 2010. I love scarves. It used to be I had just a few, but then I realized that all those scarves I had bought my wife Jane over the years (Paris, Dubai, London) were just as good for me as they were for her. Recently, I purchased several Arab scarves, which are great because they are large and square. They're better than a coat. I can wear a hat and a scarf and be warmer than than wearing a light jacket.
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Often Wrong | Never In Doubt: 07/08
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Often Wrong Never In Doubt. The life and times of a child vagabond. Saturday, July 26, 2008. The Keeper Of The Crypt. There is a place in the back garden at my parents house which might someday be a wonder to archeologists. It's full of bones from dead animals. Rabbits. Dogs. Cats. Birds. Gerbils. Hamsters. A few dozen goldfish. And at least one possum. There were a lot of things I learned growing up in that house, but maybe one of the more important lessons (if you were an animal anyway) was to watch wh...
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Memories, Wishes And Lies.: Jersey Bros : The Portraits : On Sale Now!!
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Memories, Wishes And Lies. Essays On Travel, Home And A Life Less Ordinary. Thursday, December 02, 2010. Jersey Bros : The Portraits : On Sale Now! JERSEY BROS by David McCarty. Make Your Own Book. Posted by David McCarty. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Im an artist just trying to get by. View my complete profile. Jersey Bros : The Portraits : On Sale Now! Where The Hell Is David? Often Wrong Never In Doubt (Stories of my childhood). Jason McCarty (little brother). Stacy Barton (big sister).
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Often Wrong | Never In Doubt: 12/05
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Often Wrong Never In Doubt. The life and times of a child vagabond. Monday, December 26, 2005. A Paine In The House. A Genius In The Closet. When I was in grade school, we had a genius who lived in my closet and smelled of garlic. He lived on the third floor of our house, slept at odd hours of the day, and kept his mail in our cereal cabinet. It's a credit to my absolute belief in the normalcy of my family, that I didn't find this strange in the least. What," I'd say. Who the hell was that?
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Often Wrong | Never In Doubt: 01/05
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Often Wrong Never In Doubt. The life and times of a child vagabond. Sunday, January 30, 2005. It certainly wasn't the last time my parents would be summoned to a school of mine, but it might have been the first. I was in the first grade at Clegern Elementary School in Edmond, Oklahoma and my parents had just gotten a call from my teacher. It seems there was a problem with their son, and she wanted to talk about it with them. I don't understand the problem," my mother said. Better Put Your Name On It.
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Often Wrong | Never In Doubt: The Great Earphone Experiment
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Often Wrong Never In Doubt. The life and times of a child vagabond. Sunday, February 06, 2005. The Great Earphone Experiment. There we are, three of us, sitting in front of the TV enjoying our show, with not a sound coming from the TV speaker. I picture my father sitting proudly behind us, admiring his work and basking in the sound of silence. It was one of my father's great experiments. We wanted to watch cartoons, and he didn't want to have to hear it. Solution: earphones. Lots of them.
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Memories, Wishes And Lies.: 09/08
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Memories, Wishes And Lies. Essays On Travel, Home And A Life Less Ordinary. Saturday, September 06, 2008. Sister Maria Loyola Dougherty, I.H.M. (1925-2008). In memory of Sr. Loyola, a kindred spirit if ever there was one. While I have been approached many times for prints of "The Surfing Nun", I have never sold it for commercial purposes. Nevertheless, it has appeared on t-shirts and cards, on websites and Facebook pages. Posted by David McCarty. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Memories, Wishes And Lies.: 02/10
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Memories, Wishes And Lies. Essays On Travel, Home And A Life Less Ordinary. Sunday, February 07, 2010. You don't really realize how much you enjoy electricity until you find yourself cold, drunk and in the dark. That's been my experience anyway. We've lost power before. In fact, it seems like it happens all the time. We live on a state highway and if ice and snow isn't bringing a line down, it's a drunk on his way down to the shore. We couldn't make coffee, as we didn't have any water. There was alco...
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Memories, Wishes And Lies.: 11/08
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Memories, Wishes And Lies. Essays On Travel, Home And A Life Less Ordinary. Thursday, November 20, 2008. By Robert Louis Stevenson. In winter I get up at night. And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way,. I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see. The birds still hopping on the tree,. Or hear the grown-up people's feet. Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you,. When all the sky is clear and blue,. And I should like so much to play,. At 7:12...
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Often Wrong | Never In Doubt: A Paine In The House. A Genius In The Closet
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Often Wrong Never In Doubt. The life and times of a child vagabond. Monday, December 26, 2005. A Paine In The House. A Genius In The Closet. When I was in grade school, we had a genius who lived in my closet and smelled of garlic. He lived on the third floor of our house, slept at odd hours of the day, and kept his mail in our cereal cabinet. It's a credit to my absolute belief in the normalcy of my family, that I didn't find this strange in the least. What," I'd say. Who the hell was that? You know - I ...
