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The Things He Left
Call it the “treasure complex,” the misguided but rather darling notion that the sentimentalized objects many of us hold onto for years...
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You may recall Christopher Walken’s increasingly unhinged monologue about the “war watch” in “Pulp Fiction.” If so, then you know a timepiec
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How Did I Get Here? Part II
How did I get here? That's a question we ask sometimes with exasperation. Why not amazement? Or at the very least amusement? After all,
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How Did I Get Here? Part I
“So, how did I get here?” I considered a version of that question when I arrived in Denver in 2003. I was in town for a round of interviews
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All This and a Bag of Chips
“I like that photo,” says Geri, 90, sitting in an armchair that dwarfs her dwindling frame. She stares up at the top shelf of a china cabine