Dave's Fiction Warehouse

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True crime confidential

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I probably need to lay off Dateline for awhile. It’s gotten to where I can identify the killer about 10 minutes into any episode.  When they get to the part about the “shocking new development” that “turns the case upside down” – let’s just say the development is not that shocking to Inspector Dave. […]

A man called Kevin

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Kevin McCarthy, giant of the House. He’s definitely going down in history. Just not the way he thinks. Going down: That’s an apt phrase in a couple of ways. There’s the history thing, sure, and then there’s other thing that could be seen as enthusiastic abasement for the gratification of someone else.  But let’s […]

The ’20s, then and now

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History’s a bitch when you’re living through it. Take the last five or six years. But when history hails from before you were born – where the past truly belongs – that old girl can be pretty fascinating. Hey baby, can I buy you a drink? I liked Bill Bryson’s “One Summer: America 1927.” […]

We don’t need no stinking followers

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Should we care that Elon Musk is about to acquire Twitter? Not really. Remember that Twitter, like Matt Gaetz and Marge Greene, is just a tool. Like any tool, it can be used for evil or good. Well, mostly evil in the case of Matt-n-Marge, but you see what I mean. I’m not going […]

This could be
the last time

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You always know when you’re experiencing something for the first time. But you can never be sure when it’s the last. After a certain age, most things take on an elegiac cast. Only later can you look back and recognize a final moment for what it was. And you always wish you’d paid more […]

Still life with dicks

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Some miscreants have been spray-painting penises on the streets of our neighborhood. The Facebook reactions have been interesting. Some decry vandalism and the harmful effects on children who may pedal by. Others see vibrant guerrilla art, part of the rich tapestry of life in a supremely chill neighborhood.  I’m somewhere in the middle. Not […]

Not throwing away
my shot

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Whenever I go to a Wal-Mart, I am reminded that whatever you save there in dollars you eventually surrender in dignity. But it happened to be the first place with available appointments for the Covid vaccine, so my vigilant wife arose early and booked it online. When I arrived at the appointed hour, a […]