Dear Son, very little humor comes through in the prolific blogging I’ve done – a most interesting and perplexing phenomenon.
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Ha, That Was Funny When I Wrote It
Category: Dear Son
Dear Son, We Rush And Rush Through Life
Dear Son, the greatest crime I’ve committed is rushing through life. Well, that and the time I made that funny, unintentional noise as the President paused during the critical summary of his keynote speech.
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For Brevity, Does This Top Hemingway’s Six-Word Story?
Dear Son, I’m upping the ante on Hemingway’s shortest “Baby Shoes” story with: He lived, before he died.
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For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn.
There is a claim Hemingway wrote a six-word story to win a bet amongst fellow writers. I say who cares the origin, the story is brilliant.
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Dear Son Most Of February’s 145 Posts Are One Sentence
Dear Son, there is an art to taking something complex and summarizing it’s essence – no art is mastered without painstaking effort. None.
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