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Merry Christmas, all!!

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Are you … MacReady for Christmas?

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I apologize.  Not for the violent satire of beloved childhood characters but for the terrible pun in the headline.

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Roanokers, look out your window!! (8:23 AM.)

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Hungry Cat!!

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I’m so happy today to see The Piker Press feature another photo of mine — this time of a hungry cat that I encountered out at the western edge of Roanoke.  (She was a friendly little lady.)

You can find the picture right here.

Thanks, as always, to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for alllowing me to be a part of The Piker Press and its terrific creative community.  🙂

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Throwback Thursday: this 70’s(?)-era photo of NolanKin.

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I don’t even really remember how I got this photo, or how it wound up in my backup files.  I think it is from the late 70’s?

That is my dad, Robert James Nolan, when he was younger than I am now, along with my eldest sister and (I think) our first family dog, Shadow.

 

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This is me trying to channel Andy Warhol.

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It is absolutely not what I meant to create with the various shots that I edited from a single original.  But the free online … collage-maker arranged them at random.

Oh, well.  It’s … still visually interesting?  (“I’m … Ron Burgundy?”)

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“Bluer Than Midnight.”

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Find me on the Bluesky social media platform, if you’re so inclined:

https://bsky.app/profile/ericrobertnolan.bsky.social

(Right, like you haven’t had just about enough of me already.)

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It’s what we call an Ericstential crisis.

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(Maybe now they’ll finally get the message.)

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A little present from a fellow writer.

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I scream for ice cream.

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So I noticed recently that there’s a new ice cream joint on South Jefferson Street.  (At least I think it’s new; it takes me forever to notice anything.)

It looks auspicous.  I might just go looking for a tall chocolate milkshake into which to drown my sorrows.