Author Archive: Paul Epps

NARCh – Day 4

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Semifinal – 1:35 P.M. vs. NW Rebels The NW Rebels are from Oregon. We saw them play a little bit in the round-robin games. They have one very talented kid, but hockey is a team game. Final score: Bulls 8, Rebels 0. Read more →

NARCh – Day 3

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Game 4 – 9:00 A.M. vs. Mission Cooler Selects The Selects are from Georgia. They fall behind 2-0 on the first shift and go downhill from there. Final score: Bulls 8, Selects 0. Read more →

NARCh – Day 1

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My son’s team, MPC Bulls Blue, is playing in the NARCh 12-and-under Squirt Silver division. Sixteen teams qualified in this division. Each team will play four round-robin games, after which the top eight teams will be seeded into the quarterfinals. Read more →

Why a Jukebox?

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Sometimes I get a song in my head and I have to walk around the house singing it: I love rock ‘n’ roll So put another dime in the jukebox, baby “Why a jukebox?” my kid asks. Read more →

Icarus

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Icarus by Edward Field Icarus by Christine Hemp Landscape with the Fall of Icarus by William Carlos Williams Musee des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Triumph by Anne Sexton Waiting for Icarus by Muriel Rukeyser Read more →

Summer Vacation

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It’s the first morning of summer vacation and my boy is on the computer loading up his iPod . . . “And what might you be doing?” he says as I walk by. “Getting ready for work,” I say. “Oh yeah . . . work.” Read more →

Critics

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I’m listening to some new music on my laptop, while my kid delivers a running critique . . . “Boring,” he says. “Lame.” “If you don’t like it, go somewhere else. Move along!” “Critics don’t ‘move along,’” he says. “Critics have to criticize.” Read more →

Little Racketeers

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Few Americans either behind or in front of our cameras give evidence of any recognition or respect for themselves or one another as human beings, or have any desire to be themselves or to let others be themselves. On both ends of the camera you find very few people who are not essentially, instead, just promoters, little racketeers, interested in ‘the angle.’ — James Agee, October 12, 1946 Read more →

One Thing We Agree On

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The West reveals here a hatred of itself, which is strange and can be only considered pathological; the West is laudably trying to open itself, full of understanding, to external values, but it no longer loves itself; in its own history, it now sees only what is deplorable and destructive, while it is no longer able to perceive what is great and pure. — Pope Benedict XIV, “If Europe hates itself” Read more →

At the Dog Park

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A woman calls to her dog, a mutt named Lucky. “Why did you name him Lucky?” I ask. “He got hit by a car and survived,” she says. Hmmm . . . it seems to me if he were really lucky, he wouldn’t have been hit by a car in the first place. What was his name before he got hit by the car? Bullseye? Read more →

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