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Fred’s path

“Mister Johnson,” called the young blonde in scrubs, from a doorway. There was no answer.  “Mister Johnson,”  she repeated, slightly louder.  Still, nothing.   Fred Johnson, couldn’t register his name being called, because of an earlier encounter that changed him forever. Fred arose at his usual time of 6:00 am.  He had a routine, and since…

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The Stones

My wife and I attended, Satisfaction: The International Rolling Stones Tribute Band concert the other night. It was a fine show, with my only real critiques being, no horns and no black female voices in a few songs where they are prevalent.  I’ve enjoyed The Stones (70’s era for the most part) since I was…