Author: Bo Bryan
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The Next Breath
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Once, in the sixth or seventh grade, my father took me to a high school football game. We stood in the end zone watching the last gasp of another gridiron…
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Center of the Heavens
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All I wanted in high school was a date with Francine Little, the Pekingese puppy. An inexplicably magnetic agglomeration of parts she was. Seemingly mismatched parts if viewed separately, and…
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Granddaddy Grandeur
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My grandfather came to Myrtle Beach in 1902. First hand, I don’t know much about him. James Edward Bryan, nick-named “Big Jim” died a good ten years before I was…
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The Measure of Wealth
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In my hometown, real estate is the only wealth proper to a man. The same is said of oil in the Middle East. Cattle and horses were more valuable than…
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Garden of Fire: Myrtle Beach 4th of July
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The gunpowder flowers bloom just after dark, MYRTLE BEACH FOURTH OF JULY. A display of fireworks UTTERLY UNIQUE, miles and miles of gunpowder flowers ABLAZE: flaming roses, orchids of white…
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Maybe Next Time
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I never liked roller coasters that much. Anymore, I’m too old to ride them without fear of a heart attack, even though I know the odds are pretty good, the…
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My Pillar Fire
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It was the year everything changed. Childhood was ending. We were leaving the elementary school that had been our winter home in daylight hours for seven years. The school building…
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Boys and Their Toys
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My most frequent companion in high school was an automobile, a 1965 Mustang. Not one of the hot ones, only a six cylinder. Aside from the hours of sleep, and…
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Suddenly In Need of a Baby
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DEEPWATER FATHER The impulse hit me like remembering something you forgot when you’re already on the highway. Suddenly I wanted children. Not just wanted, I thought I needed a baby,…