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Posted by on Oct 7, 2012 in Blog, Travel | 4 comments

Where’s Inspector Clouseau When You Need Him?

 Inspector Clouseau

 

A few days ago, I lost everything I have ever written.

Every article — gone.

Every draft — gone.

Two half-completed books — gone.

Hundreds of World Series of Poker official reports — gone.

Thousands of personal photographs — gone.

Basically, everything I’m now working on or have nearly completed as a writer — gone.

So, what happened?

My laptop was stolen.

After spending 24 hours crying and another 48 hours throwing up, my next instinct was to write about the pain this has caused.  Even as I sit here now, three days removed from the loss, words cannot express what comes from being severed forever from the emotional reactions I had to different things over the years that were reflected in those very heartfelt writings.

When I felt happy, I usually wrote about it.  When I felt sad, I usually wrote about it.  And, when I felt angry, I almost always wrote about it.  That laptop was a basket case of emotional bedlam.

And now, it’s gone, likely transformed into little more than back-alley barter for the next $50 fix.

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Posted by on Aug 21, 2012 in Blog, Politics, What's Left | 3 comments

Murder in Black and White

 

murder-in-black-and-white

 

A few days ago, a white woman was murdered in St. Louis.

You may have heard about this tragic story.  It was posted everywhere.  The 23-year-old woman, a former college volleyball player, was attacked in the front seat of her car in a parking lot and killed.  She was shot to death.  No one knows why.  The killer is still at large.

Everyone described the young woman as a wonderful person.  She was pretty.  She was popular.  She had her whole future ahead of her – tragically cut short in an act of utter senselessness.  Her photo is posted above.

But what else happened that same day? What else happened on the very day that Megan Boken died?

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