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She Walks Out the Door

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

I am not frail. I go to a gym. I lift weights. I walk pretty fast. I carry in the groceries when my wife, Deborah, comes back from the market. We live in a second-floor apartment, so the grocery carrying is harder than it sounds. I haven't lost my hair.

All that age-denying ego puffery aside, I turned 65 yesterday, a little after 7 p.m.

And my...Read more

Woman Is a Wishbone

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

I'm not sure who still pulls the wishbone when they eat turkey. The tradition belongs to "throw salt over your shoulder America."

Briefly, when you have turkey, say, on Thanksgiving, you let the turkey's "wishbone" dry out for a couple days, and then one of you takes hold of one end, one of you takes hold of the other, and you pull until the ...Read more

Kill 'Em All, Including Us

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

There are only two really "American" responses to war anywhere in the world.

1. Let 'em kill each other. We can't be the world's police.

2. Let's get in on this!

Generally, American foreign policy begins with the first and ends with the second. Sometimes, we take Berlin. Sometimes, we take off out of Vietnam like a scalded hound.

In a nation...Read more

With Medicare You Can Afford to Break Both Legs!

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Having snuck past the tequila of my 20s, defeated the heart-cracking stress of my reporter days, and still peering out from under a lifetime mountain of pipe tobacco, I am less than a month from turning 65.

This is unimportant. The head-to-toe black and white nuns at St. Jacques School long ago assured me that my life was unimportant. Death is ...Read more

Her Name Was Shiloh

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Men dream.

If that stupid coach hadn't cut us from our high school football team, we'd have made quarterback, we'd have played in college, we'd have played professional ball, we'd have married a cat-eyed model named Shiloh.

If we hadn't gotten married, and then the kids, that Harley in the garage might not be something we ride on Sundays when ...Read more

Don't Say Gay. Don't Say Anything. Not Ever.

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

I remember young love. I remember young lust. I remember young pain and young pleasure, when the moon was yellow as gold and my nerves were very close to the skin. Everything that didn't arouse me either hurt me, or made me laugh. I was young, flat-bellied, prime-y and rooster-ish.

Me and my buddies talked about girls who weren't women yet, and...Read more

Why I'm Not Alex Jones

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

If he squints his eyes just a bit, tilts his head back slightly and sticks his jaw out just a little, Alex Jones can look defiant.

Faced with a lawsuit, Jones folds up like a toy, tries to buy off the people suing him and, like any ordinary junkie, doesn't show up for his court appearances. If everyone showed up for every court appearance, most...Read more

Swimming To Ukraine

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Ever been to a college swim meet?

Yeah. I knew it.

You go to a "swim meet" in this country, the people in the stands are usually blood relatives of the kids doing the swimming. I oughta know. I was on my high school debate team. You didn't have to buy a ticket if you wanted to see us compete.

But let one "dude in a dress" or "dude in a one ...Read more

Lesser Nations, Without the Law

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Writing columns about Ukraine makes me feel inferior to the people in the vests that say "PRESS" on the front. They're the reporters living and dying the story. I'm an ornamental jackass whose work appears way inside the paper, so no one will make a mistake and think it's news.

I'm a cat in the window.

I say that because I play a senseless ...Read more

In the Tank or In the Vein

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Where I live, it's impossible to get heroin that isn't laced with fentanyl. In fact, most of what is sold as heroin is fentanyl.

If you use it as directed, fentanyl kills you. So does regular heroin, but it takes longer, which is a great benefit for the person who wants to get high as many times as possible between now and when he gets buried ...Read more

One Day as a Bird

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Let's remember life.

I woke up before the alarm went off this morning and stretched under the blanket, enjoying the small victory of turning off the alarm before it rang. My wife was already up, but she'd left some warmth in the bed.

I stooped to pet a cat on the way to make coffee. The cat purred. The coffee maker burbled. I sat on the couch,...Read more

Who Is Your Enemy?

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Vladimir Putin looks a little like a guy who used to run a liquor store not too far from where I lived.

That liquor store owner is dead. Or maybe he went to Russia and became Vladimir Putin. There are shiftings in the world and changing shapes in the night. It's possible. I guess. It would certainly be more fun than selling me endless 40-ounce ...Read more

OG Means 'Old Gangsta'

From the Left / Marc Munroe Dion /

Did you pour out a little bit of that craft beer for "yo homies"?

Of course not. It'd stain the carpet, and the damn stuff costs $14 for a four-pack. It's worth it, though. It's made with organic hops, fair-trade barley and the zest of Sicilian lemons, and it comes in recycled glass bottles with a pen-and-ink drawing of a lama on the label. ...Read more



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