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Fred Vogel

July 16, 2018

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Jumping to Conclusions   Charley moved to Portland to be with a woman he had virtually fallen in love with over the internet. The two had a mutual appreciation for indie films, micro brews, Thai food, and Bluegrass music. They picked out a sad-eyed pooch from the shelter and named it Humphrey. Charley thought he […]

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 […]

Fred Vogel

August 21, 2017

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The Farm McMinnville is an agricultural community located in the Willamette Valley, some thirty-five miles south of Portland, Oregon. Home to some of the finest Pinot noir in the world, McMinnville is also home to Howard Hughes’ Spruce Goose, numerous UFO sightings, and The Farmer Institute, commonly referred to as The Farm. The Farm was […]

Fred Vogel

July 24, 2017

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Peace, Love & Misunderstanding On December 31, 1999, “The Pflevens Hour” presented a roundtable discussion on NPR, with its host and moderator, Phill Pflevens. The topic was “The Best Decade” and it brought together four experts to discuss the merits of the past four decades, the ’60s, the ’70s, the ’80s, and the ’90s, to […]

Fred Vogel

July 3, 2017

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David Trolley After completing a one-hour mescaline-induced version of Neil Young’s “Down by the River” in the acoustically-perfect bomb shelter at his parent’s hilltop home overlooking the benign San Fernando Valley, David Trolley threw up all over his girlfriend, Sarah, as well as into his brand new Martin guitar. Those were the wasted days. Goodbye, […]

Fred Vogel

June 19, 2017

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Pieces of Things Fall After graduating from NYU’s School of the Arts, Seth took classes at The American Mime Theater, with the goal of becoming a professional mime, much to the chagrin of his father, Wyatt. While still on speaking terms with the public, Seth waited tables at a popular Greenwich Village bistro, while his […]