Author: Ben Raskin
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Filled Diaper
The best stories are the ones that need a witness. Or in this case, a second nose. For 14+ years, I have never seen Thursday night television. I have been behind a bar, pouring drinks and entertaining folks. The TV might be on but it is usually tuned to a sporting event or if it…
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Last of the Beaver Goats
He was our happy mistake. Abandoned for no good reason, he found himself in a foster home awaiting adoption. Erin and I had just recently purchased a home in Sugarhouse and were finishing the last stages of unpacking the boxes. We talked incessantly about getting a dog and putting the explanation point on the latest…
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Punch A Shark
Since the Utah Democrats have proven to be as tough as water balloons, I have surrendered any hope of having any interest in politics. Tip O’Neill said, “All politics are local,” and Utah’s locals are nuts. Not so much crazed but indifferent and boring. It’s like watching powder puff except without the hard hits. Utah…
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Olympus v. Riverton
Oh Brother, we’re not in Kansas anymore. Riverton is as far from my home as I imagine a quick jot over to Topeka would be. It is far—damn far. On the other side of the valley at a place that makes Mt. Olympus look weird. Life above 6000 South trains the mind to look at…
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Heading Home
It was only 15-miles away but I secretly hoped it would take hours. Leaving Jack Murphy Stadium under the arm of my grandfather at the start of the eighth inning became the tradition. We never saw the Padres play a complete game. He was concerned about traffic and wanted to get home to my grandmother…
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