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I met a man around 15 years ago who, a week after we met, jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge to his death.

We had a mutual friend, Kelly, who asked me to meet with him after I had told Kelly about my tinnitus. 491 more words

Being Old

Why I think old people are pretty damn cool.

Now, do not take offence or believe that I am calling you ‘old’ simply because you have lived longer than me. In my opinion, ‘old’ gives off all the wrong ideas.  470 more words

Positive Ramblings

How Did We Ever Get To Be Here?

How did it happen?

How can we get so far off the track?
Why don’t we turn around and go back?
Where is the moment? … 2,149 more words


I’m scared to death to become a blogaholic

I started blogging about 3 months ago. Almost immediately I’ve noticed that the more you post the more likes you receive. Yes, I notice even such unobvious things. 165 more words


walking in the woods

spring   blithe young maples
flirt  then cavort with the wind
the old gray oak scowls

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015


The Lead Up to Being Eighteen

Well hello there readers, it is I. In one week exactly, I will be turning eighteen and I’m finding it hard to comprehend the fact that I will be classified as an adult. 240 more words