All posts tagged: Nostalgia

on the riverbank

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truth is like that full-grown rainbow trout you somehow caught when you were six impressed grandpa that it did he’s laughed up a storm stopping only because he wanted another drink from his can of beer you holding on to it for dear life as it wiggles and squirms and shimmers for freedom gasping for air

The Good Old Days

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it’s the old story of no food in the cupboard of only the strong survive of bending but not breaking of how the old dogged reporter gets the scoop shares secrets about theĀ emperors of coin of having proof changes nothing   The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Challenge #56 | Scoop | Share | Proof | Bend | Secret | Image from The New York Public Library: Lewis Wickes Hines, “One of the many young newsboys […]