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House.com’s “Unsatisfactory” Better Business Bureau Record « House.com Hater’s Blog

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Housecom Hater’s Blog. Do you hate House.com? Housecom Complaints Invited Here. Housecom’s “Unsatisfactory” Better Business Bureau Record. I’ve been tracking House.com’s Better Business Bureau rating. In the past 36 months, they have 12 complaints from their New Jersey and New York locations, and 86 from their North Carolina location (their headquarters), so by my calculations this totals 98 complaints. February 23, 2008. Complain to an Agency. Housecom complaints Better Business Bureau leads. You are co...

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Big Canoe Writers » Childhood Memoirs

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Words and Wit for the Ages. Browsing all posts in: Childhood Memoirs. Don’t Mess With Uncle Otis. A low, throaty growl awakens me in the darkness of night. My dog Pat is standing, facing the landing below our campsite. Against the gray, moonless sky, all I can see are Pat and silhouettes of enormous cypress trees against a dark background with a million stars. A sudden breeze fans embers of my dying campfire, sparks glowing, drifting downwind. 8220;What’s wrong, Pat? By Travis H. McDaniel. There is no su...

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Big Canoe Writers » Fishing & Hunting

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Words and Wit for the Ages. Browsing all posts in: Fishing and Hunting. When the River Ran Backwards. Pete Clifton hailed me from across the dining room and invited me to join him. He had seen me with Abner and asked if I had been fishing in Abner’s pond. I said, Hell no! Old cabin’s dark outline is a welcome sight when it appears just before the sun reaches the western horizon. Home at last! Read the rest of this entry ». By Travis H. McDaniel. Read the rest of this entry ». Hog Hunt at Hamilton Ridge.

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Big Canoe Writers » Blog Archive » My Name is Bako

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Words and Wit for the Ages. My Name is Bako. I am Doctor Natalia Kinsky, head of the clinic. Your name, please. My name is Bako, and I must protest being held here. You are not being held, Mister Bako. You are free to leave whenever you like. I am not Mister Bako. I am Bako. The villagers, kind people I am sure, say I must not leave until you have examined me. Why is this so? I ask you. Cannot people observe that I have two legs, two arms, one head? I see, I hear, I am aware of circumstances. Mister Bako...

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Big Canoe Writers » Blog Archive » The 1975 Saint Patrick’s Day Parade

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Words and Wit for the Ages. The 1975 Saint Patrick’s Day Parade. A moment earlier the sky had been filled with twirling batons; the air with toots and tweets; and the clank of metal rifle butts on cold concrete. The marchers started nervously and out of step. South Boston’s 1975 St. Patrick’s Day Parade was on the move. Andrew Cahill, a visitor from Belfast, watched from the doorway of Finneran’s. An exuberant people my kinsmen are, Cahill said to the frosted glass of ale. The Stars and Stripes Forever.

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Big Canoe Writers » Blog Archive » I believe in music

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Words and Wit for the Ages. I believe in music. I believe music lends beauty and solemnity to otherwise mundane occasions. I believe music has the power to unify diverse populations: Observe the effect of the. Every Fourth of July on the Boston Esplanade or the singing of our national anthem anywhere, anytime. One need experience only once the swell and passion of Handel’s. To understand the power of music. Prenatally, we tune in to the maternal pulse, establishing a primal knowledge of rhythm.

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Big Canoe Writers » Blog Archive » Don’t Mess With Uncle Otis

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Words and Wit for the Ages. Don’t Mess With Uncle Otis. A low, throaty growl awakens me in the darkness of night. My dog Pat is standing, facing the landing below our campsite. Against the gray, moonless sky, all I can see are Pat and silhouettes of enormous cypress trees against a dark background with a million stars. A sudden breeze fans embers of my dying campfire, sparks glowing, drifting downwind. 8220;What’s wrong, Pat? I roll over and fumble with Pat’s tether. Mother made me some ham sandwiches fo...

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Big Canoe Writers » Blog Archive » When the River Ran Backwards

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Words and Wit for the Ages. When the River Ran Backwards. Pete Clifton hailed me from across the dining room and invited me to join him. He had seen me with Abner and asked if I had been fishing in Abner’s pond. I said, Hell no! Pete was the affable County Agent for Effingham County. His motto was Fish more, work less. He fulfilled that ambition admirably. In fact, the coat rack in his office had a sign on it If my hat’s not here, I’ve gone fishing. Pete asked me as I sat down Been fishing lately? I caut...

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Big Canoe Writers » Fiction

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Words and Wit for the Ages. Browsing all posts in: Fiction. Daybreak, he walks into the diner, dirty blond hair caught back in a loose ponytail, pants hanging just right on slim hips. Every female eye drifts toward him. Trucker, I think. Nice enough to make even my tired bones tingle. Reminds me of Herm, when we were starting out. I got it, girls, she calls out. Straight-legged, ass in the air, elbows on the table, she shows him today’s specials. Don’t have to ask where you’ve been, I say. Driving home, ...

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Big Canoe Writers » Blog Archive » Buck Pickens

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Words and Wit for the Ages. Everything changed the day Daddy left us and went off with Tillie Dugan, the one that worked down to the Purina Feed Store. Grampa took us in right quick, and that’s when Mama’s bitterness began spilling out, never stoppin’ ‘til we put her in the ground. Pretty soon after, Mary went away too. Topeka, some say, but I say Californy. Buck was not a religious man, but he bowed his head and templed his hands in front of his chest before entering. A toppled headstone lay on the ...