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Fred Vogel

February 26, 2018

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Rug Burn “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Alfred Lord Tennyson (1849) “What a bunch of crap. Who is this guy kidding? I’ll tell you what the reality is. Having never loved at all is a million times better than having had your heart ripped from your […]

Fred Vogel

February 5, 2018

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Dreamer As he watched the sparkling crystal ball descend in Times Square on his teeny TV in his tiny apartment, Jake Littleberry was unsure what the New Year would be ringing in. Or even if he wanted to be a part of whatever it was it was ringing in. He had made enough failed resolutions […]

Fred Vogel

January 22, 2018

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The Guy with the Tatted Beard The guy with the tatted beard ran the cellphone kiosk near Victoria’s Secret at the mall. The heavy gauges that shaped each ear into a figure-eight on his droopy lobes, the safety-pinned eyebrows, the nose ring attached to his upper lip by a thin gold chain, all peeked my […]

Fred Vogel

December 18, 2017

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Max Mellon Max got his first job tossing newspapers onto porches, planters, and roofs. Every penny saved from the route went to buying baseball cards, which he collected with a passion. “One day there will be a Max Mellon baseball card and it will be worth a million dollars,” he proclaimed, to no one in […]

Fred Vogel

November 20, 2017

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Three Hours There are two black skies. One is on a moonless, starless night. The other is like today, moments before the sky will open up and pound the ground with merciless rain. I can see that black sky on the horizon, ready to cleanse the world, to wash the dirt from my soul. Tonight […]

Fred Vogel

October 30, 2017

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People Watching People watching at the mall is a lot like people watching at the airport, minus the baggage. Women strolling from store to store are unaware that they are under the watchful stare of yours truly. I am what you might call a serial people watcher. My preference is for younger women who tend […]

Fred Vogel

September 4, 2017

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The Bus from Bakersfield I walked out of the movie theater and happened upon a merry band of young men hopping up and down the sidewalk, entertaining passersby with chants of Dorian is like me. Dorian is like me. My amusement on that warm summer day transformed into a deeper curiosity the more I thought […]