​When I think of my second (middle) brother now, I realize there was a time in my life when I did appreciate family very much.
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I had flashlights, candles and battery backup for the cellphone, which I played on for a minute a two, sending silly messages to SK.  But I am so not a devoted mobile user.  I don’t like the small screen and hate having to wear my glasses to view it and, #2 and #3, I simply don’t understand the cellphone, nor do I want to figure it out.  Sometimes, I believe my cellphone is a monster with its own private thoughts because it does things I never intended. I have no control of it.

 I am old school about some things including music and “The Edge of Night”. 

You could say I fell in love with the computer more than any of man’s other inventions and go a little mad without it.
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That’s something I got to work on, something I got to get over and improve to avoid all that fire and brimstone when shit happens...
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In the quiet morning after walking ​there is time left to play before I slip into a fantasy world of writing, and Charles no longer exists because I am a slew of wacky fictional characters. 

I have truly enjoyed myself the last few days about Florence, South Carolina.  It was almost like the time when I was a boy growing up with grandparents some 40 miles southeast of here, and I was the only one in that world with them save for my dog Brownie who was always there watching, waiting, and that tail wagging every time I looked at him.  This weekend I discovered some new exciting things in Florence, SC, I didn’t know existed.  I cannot reveal them because I wish them to remain a secret, and they will.
 
I believe Florence in August is one of the hottest places on earth just from the humidity alone especially at mid-day and times after that up into the night.  In a town so hot I have not written as much as I planned this summer…but there is a constant reminder from my computer and mobile each day, so the thought of writing never leaves.  Eventually, I either sit still to write or play with photos turning them into an inner story few know how to interpret, and I enjoy that.  Thank God, for air conditioning.  In place like Florence, SC, the town is much cooler for walking at 6 a.m. to 9-10 a.m.  Being outside anytime after that Florence is a hellish place at best not visited.