Latest Tales From Exit 22

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Al Batt: He died in a tragic sock accident and why I like to wear sandals

I asked my father for further details on his 70th birthday, but it was too soon. He couldn’t ...

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Al Batt: It’s a case of Colorado Rocky Mountain high jinks

I walked on a moonless night when no star dared twinkle. It was as dark as a dark ...

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Al Batt: The interest rate is high when you borrow trouble

We talked all afternoon and never ran out of things to say. It was a Mayberry moment on ...

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Al Batt: Have you ever accidentally misspelled your own name?

It’s nice to have a name you can remember.

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Al Batt: Baw boomp ba — are you ready for the arrival of fall?

I tossed the ball against the wall, caught it on one hop and then threw it again. The ...

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Al Batt: I can still fit into my old school classroom

My primary school class was made of equal amounts of good intentions and mischief. Naps were supposed to ...

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Al Batt: Do UFOs believe in you?

Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt “A dark night in a city that knows how to keep ...

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Al Batt: What part of “uffda” don’t you understand?

Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt Boy, howdy! I’d been contentedly looking at myself from the inside. Then ...

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Al Batt: The Flatulent Donkeys sang ‘Tears in my goulash’

Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt “Do you like flying squirrels?” “I don’t know, I’ve never flown ...

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Al Batt: I felt as lucky as Kentucky on a fair day this season

It was time for me to get my fairs in order.

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Al Batt: The first motorcycle in all of the township of Hartland

We learn to live in a new way each new day.

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Al Batt: Finding fine times during all of the bad times in life

We are experiencing high call volume. That’s what the telephonic voice said. I was wearing a weather-beaten rain poncho ...

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Al Batt: I’ve drawn a line in this so-called sandwich of mine

I was careful to look one way before crossing the road.

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Al Batt: Stupidity isn’t an Olympic event yet, though we qualify

I felt like Ninny the Pooh. I’d called a friend by his brother’s name. Twice.

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Al Batt: Grappling with complexities of 365 seasons annually

It can’t be summer already. Summer was just here. We’re finding our way back to things. It helps ...

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