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Al Batt: Meanwhile back here at the old geezer bench
I was playing the part of me.
I was playing the part of me. Read more
He wouldn’t set his long underwear on fire to keep others warm. But he's a good guy. Read more
My father was the last owner of every car titled in his name. Read more
I’ll admit it, I’ve never milked almonds. I’ve never milked soybeans, rice, oats, hemp, flax, coconuts or cashews either. Apparently, milk comes from everything but ... Read more
Sometimes I get so hungry I could almost eat my cooking. Read more
The wind gained speed as it blew through the cracks of the old house. Read more
I couldn’t find a short pier as someone had suggested I do. Read more
January is the perfect time to get a good deal on a Christmas tree. January is when we realize Canada’s major exports are cold fronts. Read more
I opened the door and a robed visitor accompanied by sitar music walked in out of the dimming twilight. Read more
Tales from Exit 22, By Al Batt I don’t care if we have a white Christmas. There, I’ve said it. Such an utterance is nearly ... Read more
What’s your favorite part of living where you do? Read more
I put my car into reverse. That took me back. I thought about dog names. I’d been listening to an audiobook that mentioned a dog’s name. Bella ... Read more
I woke up one morning. That was the good part. I woke up and realized I had too much junk, and I’m the only one who wants ... Read more
Tales from Exit 22, By Al Batt This year it’s turkey, stuffing and masked potatoes. I remember another rough patch at Thanksgiving back when Grandma ... Read more
The first vehicle I fell in love with wasn’t a Corvette or a Mustang. It was a bookmobile. I miss libraries. I know some are open, ... Read more