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  • buenos noches from an empty room

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 15, 2007

    There will be more words from the road tomorrow; there is much to tell. For tonight, a final picture of me in our home. Milty doesn’t live here anymore. Peace,Milton

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  • farewell casserole (aka last supper)

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 12, 2007

    I worked my last shift at the restaurant last night. About a week ago, I asked Chef if I could cook supper for the staff as my goodbye present. He prepares a “family meal,” as he calls it, from time to time. Now it was my turn. For our last supper, I chose to prepare…

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  • scranton/wilkes-barre is . . .

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 8, 2007

    the home of the Penguins the home of the Yankees(I wonder if they suck, too) the home of the Pioneers the home of The Office(Steve Carell is from Marshfield) and, for tonight (or what’s left of it), our way station after leaving Marshfield tonight with our U-Haul trailer and the pups. I fly back on…

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  • nocturne

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 7, 2007

    hardly four days have passed sincewe stopped trying to save daylightand let it sink all too quickly intoautumn’s mid-afternoon sunsets dawn breaks; how can daylightbe anything but a lost cause?then again, darkness falls andsuffers the night in silence I am awake wresting an ideawho refuses to become a poemit was yesterday when I startedthe longer…

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  • the kindness of not having to be alone

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 5, 2007

    There’s an old joke about a preacher standing up one Sunday and saying, “Today we are going to confess our sins to one another and find forgiveness.” Members of the congregation began to stand, tentatively at first, and tell their secrets. The pastor would respond, “Thank you. You have confessed and you are forgiven.” As…

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    the view from here

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 3, 2007

    I’ve been staring at the screen for some time this evening because I feel like I have nothing new to say, or at least nothing new to say that’s not about our move. Most all of my thought and energy of late has been about me: how I will move, what I will do, how…

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  • playgrounds and pain

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham November 2, 2007

    When Ginger and I moved to Boston in August of 1990, we had been married four months. Now, five months shy of our eighteenth anniversary, we are (we verbalized as we drove into the city today) leaving home. We wondered aloud how we will learn to “let go” of this wonderful city and then began…

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  • painting the town red sox

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham October 31, 2007

    Here are the pictures of the Red Sox celebration in Boston today. I only had my camera phone, so the quality isn’t great and I didn’t get some shots, but here is our day in images (and a few words). We rode in on the train, along with every high school kid skipping school ….

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  • love that dirty water

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham October 30, 2007

    Some time this summer, as it became apparent that the Red Sox had an amazing team, I said to Ginger, “Wouldn’t it be great if the Sox won the World Series as we were leaving New England.” Last night, as you may have heard, they obliged. For the second time in four years, our boys…

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  • pan handling

    ByMilton Brasher-Cunningham October 27, 2007

    This has been a week. Sunday was our last day at the Marshfield church, Tuesday I gave my notice at the restaurant (effective Nov. 11), Wednesday and Thursday we were in Durham looking for a house (and found one to rent, for now), and then last night I left work early because the hay fever…

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