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The James McAllen Blog

Buster and Bella

It always starts out in an inauspicious manner. You meet someone new, and they wind up changing your entire world. In this case, the “someone new” is a Russian Blue named Buster. A few weeks ago, my wife noticed a new addition among the backyard denizens that includes...

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Zack, Me and Split Rock Road

He sets his alarm for 4am, but much like the 9-year-old still living deep inside him, he wakes up at 2:30, and can’t fall back to sleep. So rather than toss and turn, he slips quietly from his bed, and heads downstairs in the dark. After cruising the news sites for an...

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Bully…

They have a saying where I come from, “Hurt people, hurt people.” It’s a play on words. You can say that it’s a perverted form of “Do unto others as others have done unto you.” In some ways, I’ve lived my life according to that code. Things weren’t always so pretty in...

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5 Hours

5 Hours. It’s an extra-inning baseball game. It’s a half a day of work. It’s the equivalent of the drive to Boston. But when you’re sitting in the waiting room as your wife is having brain surgery, it’s an eternity. Eternity has just begun. It’s been a 6 month...

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The Divided States of America

It’s 3am. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept properly in weeks. I fall asleep at 11pm, and I’m wide awake at 2am, mind racing, with no chance of going back to sleep. And so, I wander the hallways of my mind. i.e. — I go on Facebook. I’ve never been one to worry about the...

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I ruined Christmas – again.

I ruined Christmas — again Ok, not really. Well, kinda. Ok. A little background first. I’m not a big fan of Christmas. It’s the most stressful holiday imaginable. Not only do you have crowds, and traffic, and shopping and spending ridiculous amounts of money, you...

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