Mind Wanderings
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Perspectives
There are two ways to look at this image. Sunrise over the vast variety that is nature or sunset over the daily toll of death in nature. The beach is beautiful because we have learned to call it beautiful. The…
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What the Land Remembers
A Short Story by Joe Broadmeadow The call came at 4:17 in the morning, which is the hour, Mara had decided, when Fate delivers news he does not want to say aloud in daylight. She was in her third-floor…
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Undersized
Cyril had lain in the same six inches of Narragansett Bay mud for eleven years, and he had opinions about it. It was good mud. Silty on top, firm underneath, with a current that delivered plankton on a schedule you…
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Confessions of a Recent Convert
How I Became a Red Sox Fan for All the Wrong Reasons By Joe Broadmeadow I did not arrive at Red Sox fandom through the front door. I came in through the bulkhead, after dark, carrying a duffel bag and…
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Deep Right
by Joe Broadmeadow Author’s note: The following is sort of a true story with the names changed to protect no one. While I may not have spent my entire baseball career in right field, I had a pretty good run…