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I went to bed with a book last night. Granted, not nearly as much fun as a buxom forty year old, but my wife is roaming around the Bigfoot haunted woods of northwestern Washington this week on a job related assignment and won’t be back home until Sunday morning. A good book seemed like the best option.

The book, a mystery thriller, was one from my childhood that I read for the first time in third or fourth grade. I was most likely 8 or 9 at the time. The book was the second installment in a series by Robert Arthur called, The Three Investigators. I’d just finished book one, The Secret of Terror Castle, a few days earlier and was several chapters into book two, The Mystery of the Stuttering Parrot.

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My grandson turned 2 this week. That’s right, two. It was a big day for him, perhaps a bigger day for me. You see, I’m at that point in life when you realize that things in my world 10 years from now are going to look very different. Thankfully, I’m in good health, but Father Time remains undefeated. (He’ll get you too, Tom Brady!)

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I don’t speak emoji. There; I’ve said it. I’m not embarrassed, nor am I feeling even the least bit inferior or substandard. In fact, as I write this post, I’m noticing that my word processing program, which was developed by Microsoft and has a huge following as perhaps the most widely used word processing program in the world, doesn’t speak emoji either. It just sees it as a misspelled word, with no suitable correction and zero suggestions for synonyms. The program, backed by years of development to enhance the fine art of communication, is suggesting that I change the word to email or emotion. Emotive is also on the list, but I’m just not feeling all that emotive in the moment.

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I’m not sure who first invited us to play trivia; perhaps it was Dallas and Jackie. We’ve been playing for several years now, so hopefully you’ll understand if my memory is a big foggy on how it all began. I know the “where” part and if you’ve read any of my past rambles, you probably know that a scoop of ice cream has a better shot of surviving a Florida sidewalk in the middle of August than I do of coming up with the “when” part. The “who” part? Well, there’s a few culprits, but I think I’ve narrowed it down to Dallas and Jackie.

He had invited me to play softball with the River Rats co-ed softball team one fall when they were short of players. He must have gone pretty deep in his phonebook to ask me, because they were a pretty good squad even when playing short-handed.

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Those who know me best, know that the F word isn’t a part of my default vocabulary. I just don’t use it, nor do I see the need. That being said, let the record show that I hear it quite frequently and often see it when browsing social media.

There was a time when hearing it or seeing it would elicit a temporary reactionary jolt, a pinch of shock, if you will. Sadly, that time has passed. Even more sadly, it passed without a change of venue. Sadder still, in retrospect, I miss the shock value that the word once embodied and I hope you’ll hear me out on that part.

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