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Tango on the Brain
by KEVIN CARREL FOOTER A new study published in a prestigious medical journal demonstrates that the effects of Tango on the Brain can be long term, pernicious, hard-to-revert and, if left untreated, ultimately fatal. In the prologue, the authors of the study explain that they have a very personal interest in isolating the mechanism by…
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Going to Ground
BY KEVIN CARREL FOOTER I have always considered it an extremely useful skill to be able to go to ground, to hunker down, to wait out the apocalypse in whatever form it may come: a loved-one dies, a romance withers or the world turns its fickle gaze toward me in disgust. I squirm and hope…
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Into the Shadowlands
I love soft patience, eternal wanderings, desperate seekings. I love the beauty that is present in the inward arching flesh of a woman’s upper-inner thigh or the hubris of an 18-wheeler in its proud regalia of lights. I love frank handshakes, mischievous glints and shouts of mad, righteous fury. I love the honest meeting of…
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Death in a Foreign Land
BY KEVIN CARREL FOOTER CAIRNS Where the cobbled street loses itself in the sand down by the river, I make a cairn from stones that once lead somewhere we thought we wanted to go. To warn off would-be travelers, I have been prying stones from the road and leaving the old cobbles in piles. Where…
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Eleonora’s Dog
I met Eleonora at the time of my life when I spent far too many hours in La Confiteria Ideal dancing tango. Back home, they say “Show me a good pool player and I’ll show you a man with a misspent youth” (Mark Twain). I suppose the same can be said of tango dancers. If…
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Stones Do Not Lie to Bones
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