VLADIMIR PUTIN INVADES MY DREAMS By Andrew Hidas Fresh off the shingles vaccine, arm sore, body leaden, spirit damp and porous, Vladimir Putin invades my dreams through a long night I long to repel. I want him out! gone! no more lizard eyes and pursed lips bearing down on my weakened defenses, looking to run roughshod over all I hold dear. Groaning to a barely wakened state, I lapse again, the nightmare resuming, the assault relentless, Putin throwing all he…
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No bombs fell in downtown Durham yesterday. No rockets slammed into City Hall or its police station. Most of us here, and I assume pretty much the same about you, went about our appointed tasks and pleasures, tending to jobs, walking dogs, meeting someone for coffee, picking up kids or grandkids from school, getting a hearty something out on the dinner table to feed body and soul. The basic stuff of life, which we often take for granted and then look back on as its best, most memorable and enduring pieces that we take to our graves with a gladdened…