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Mike's Greatest Hits (collection)
I Dreamed I Was the 13th Beatle ... and I meet George, years later ...
In The Year of the Deer Christ Winter in the country
Oddfathers Acknowledging our mentors
Casi, You Will Always Be My Girl Story of a good dog
Guatemaltecan Prayers It was real hot on the bus ...
The Good King A sad Christmas story
The Ice Father An even sadder Valentine's Day story
The Jacob's Hill Recommunion I attend a 10-year reunion at a commune in the Colorado Rockies
A Melting Pot A fever dream of family -- everything is swirly
A Prophecy Thirty-six years later I still cry several times a year.
A Jar in Tennessee In the woods with a dog and a tape recorder
Two Cities Eating an apple on the banks of the Mississippi
The Woman I Love Sometimes, when we say no, we mean yes.
Death, God, and Santa Claus Snowflakes and death ...
Couvade and the Cloud of Unknowing An inquiry into what it is to be a father
The Things I Meant to Say Before the children got away ...
Saturday Morning Omens by the airport
Season's Greetings from the Space Station Mir
"The Ice Father" -- An essay about winter and love
Postcard from the Man Who Loved Islands
Lost in translation; My Adventure with Portuguese
Four days in Sao Paulo -- Some Observations.
The thing that lives under the bridge
Picnicking with Frank Lloyd Wright
Thoughts on Memorial Day, freedom, and the nets
Ten Things I Know for Sure (I Think)
Where home office dogs come from
On the pyschopathology of chess
Holiday thoughts involving birds
Bringing my brothers to the Net
Techie pie, a Thanksgiving tradition
Enlightment in the superstore tech support queue
Cybersmut and alien election tampering
Confessions of a third-story man
The world's first fully Internet-worthy RV
What is that strange chirping sound?
Traveling with a PC over rocky terrain, I discover what is fragile and what is not.
Mark Twain in the 21st century
Searching for an outlet in the wilderness
The Unabomber is really no worse than Mork from Ork.
What will become of our dear mother tongue?
What would your role in a medieval kingdom have been?
The new war between the states
Frolicking with a laptop on Mt. Rainier
There's really no reason to ever leave home again.
Reflections on the conclusion of highway construction season
Look yourself up on a Web search engine, see who you find.
Do you know where your money has been?
The READ.ME file to end all READ.ME files
Cheers for the passing of three Citadels
The abominable Doctor Goldfine
Am I crazy, or is it getting awful hot in here?
It takes all kinds to run a computer.
Why computers have no sense of humor
Old Mother Hubbard went to the keyboard ...
The town so nice they named it Thrace
I go the lavatory to the sound of Muzal