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I Don’t Do Cards

By David Todd McCarty
In Essay
September 11, 2015
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I don’t do cards. Not for birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, baptisms, funerals or Christmas. Never did. I don’t believe in them. In 1996 I met a woman who didn’t believe in cards either. We were married a year later. I’m not saying that was the only reason, but certainly a contributing factor. She also liked John Denver, so there’s that. When you like John Denver, and you meet another person who also likes John Denver, you form a special bond. You don’t have to understand it. It’s not...

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Sunday Is My Favorite Day Again

By David Todd McCarty
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August 22, 2015
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The world will break your heart ten ways to Sunday. That’s guaranteed. I can’t begin to explain that. Or the craziness inside myself and everyone else. But guess what? Sunday’s my favorite day again. I think of what everyone did for me, and I feel like a very lucky guy. – Silver Linings Playbook When I was a kid, Sundays were always very special days in my house. First, there was always church. My father was an elder and we were involved in Sunday school and youth group...

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An Inside Guy

By David Todd McCarty
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August 17, 2015
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I’m an inside guy. I like being inside. Everyone wants me to go outside—especially my wife. But almost everything I want to do is inside. Inside is nice. It’s warm in the winter, and cool in the summer. I have wireless, my computer, my books, a nice chair, ice, alcohol. It’s all right there in one convenient place. Isn’t this why we moved out of the wilderness and built homes in the first place? It’s nice inside. I wasn’t always this way. There was a time where I was much more of an outdoors...

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You People Are Pissing Me Off

By David Todd McCarty
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August 7, 2015
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I’m sure that should just be the title of my blog. You People Are Pissing Me Off. Also the title of my autobiography and the inscription on my tombstone, two things my father likes to point out when faced with an undeniable self-truth: “That’s should be the title of your autobiography.” Another recent revelation came in the form of an email I wrote to said father, in response to an email he sent out to the family where he explained that he had struggled his whole life with being a success. How...

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