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August 26th, 2010

Wet Cement…

Today I saw workers pouring cement. I wanted to walk through it, but I didn’t…

Take a look at this map. When I was five-years old I lived here (the house marked with the red circle and arrow):

This is 566A Brady Drive, Fort Campbell, KY (Clarksville, TN)

My family moved into [...]

August 1st, 2010

Dos Coronas a Mi Madre…

Today would have been my grandmother’s 83rd birthday. She passed away on April 4th of this year (Easter).  This is the obituary that was published by the funeral home in San Antonio.

Margarita P. Galindo passed into her Lord’s hands on April 4, 2010 at the age of 82 years. She was preceded [...]

August 31st, 2009

Ending August with Beer, Blogging, and Brownies…

After 31 days, 32 posts (including this one), and a great deal of nonsense, I have finally completed my quest to write every day for a month. Originally, my plan was to use today as an opportunity to explain my motivation to take on such a grueling task. However, I kind of already touched on my [...]

August 23rd, 2009

Regarding Llamas…

Dear readers,

I have always found the concept of hiding in plain sight fascinating. That’s why I occasionally like to use BMD as a venue for sending hidden messages to people. FNORD!

lla·ma (lä‘mə), n.

A domesticated South American ruminant mammal (Lama glama) related to the camel, raised for its soft, fleecy wool and used as [...]

June 18th, 2009

Smudges and Stains (Part One)…

I was watching the television while sitting on my makeshift couch. It consisted of a large denim pillow (about four feet by three feet) that I had purchased at Wal-Mart. It was very simple, but it was comfortable. Looking back, I can see that it was an early indication that I would eventually develop an affinity [...]

May 20th, 2009

Protected: Pins and Needles…

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April 24th, 2009

Throwing Things…

When I was about 11 years old, I used to hang out with a bunch of kids at a decrepit playground close to where we all lived on Fort Eustis, Virginia. The park was secluded in a grove of old trees, so there was always a dense layer of leaves and fallen branches on the ground. [...]