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gradually
I got up, turned on the computer as usual, and the first thing I see is a reminder. An underclassman, from my high school days was asking others about planning their fifty year class reunion. That reminded me, I… Continue reading
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searching
Doors open and doors close. As we age, as time goes by, we revisit the rooms of the past. Sometimes in those rooms we reunite with old friends and acquaintances, at others we met new. That thought came to… Continue reading
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Dignity?
I saw in the news that Congress has voted to make the Pulse Nightclub a national memorial. It was five years ago that a deranged gunman killed 49 people and wounded 53 others. This nightclub was an LGBTQ establishment.… Continue reading
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not sorry
I used to think of history as facts. History is what was, what happened, inflexible and unchanging. It was useful information to have, I always understood that aspect of it, but not so much the why of it. I… Continue reading
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time encapsulated
I took a closer look at an old photograph my Mom had saved and given to me some years back. This photograph was taken in 1964 by a professional photographer. Yes, it was an event back then, like getting… Continue reading
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the ordinary citizen
Was doing some more thinking about heritage after writing yesterdays post. I began to think that perhaps our heritage is nothing more than what we wish we had. That is to say, claiming a story, a legacy that we… Continue reading
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defending heritage
I left my hometown 45 years ago. What an amazing fact when I think about that. I was twenty three years old. I first left when I was eighteen, off to the Navy for four years. Then, back home!… Continue reading
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calling home
After you lose someone their memories reappears at unusual times. Could be a word spoken, a sunset or a can of soup in the cabinet that triggers a memory. I think it remains that way until that memory finds… Continue reading
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lesson learned
It was probably back in ’63 or maybe sooner when I was playing Army. A new boy had moved into the neighborhood, a boy my own age. Living on a dirt road, on the edge of the woods, there… Continue reading
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are you good with that?
Who we really are. I think the majority of us spend our lifetime trying to figure that out or to come to terms with that. The great philosophers in Ancient times struggled with that and it continues to this… Continue reading







