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A reluctant American
Yesterday I wrote a bit about ice skating in a buffalo wallow. A bit different, but a true tale from my youth. Having been born and raised on Eastern long island, now know famously as the Hamptons, and a prize… Continue reading
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you can be happy
Back in 1965 Roger Miller released a song called, ” You can’t roller-skate in a buffalo herd. ” Do you remember that? I certainly do and the chorus says, but you can be happy if you a mind to. What… Continue reading
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Remembering
It was the first day of school, September 1959. The little boy waited with his two brothers, his sister and his dog, for that big green school bus. Yes, the bus was green and all the kids called it the… Continue reading
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Stigma & Reality
I’ve been listening to the case against that kid that shot and killed those people at the video game tournament. He didn’t use one of those ” assault ” rifles and so the narrative has to be changed. He did… Continue reading
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Place and Time
If you want to go clamming , you go to Hands Creek. That was an axiom I learned when I was probably two years old. It was one of those things you learned when you were born and raised in… Continue reading
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omitting the truth
It is a long standing adage in my family, do not speak ill of the dead. I believe that is because whatever faults and fallacies connected with that person are buried with them. It goes hand in hand with advice… Continue reading
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consternation
The summer of 2018 is almost over. I would have to say it has been an uneventful summer. Nothing too exciting has happened and it isn’t a summer to remember. That’s not to say it can’t change in an instant,… Continue reading
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distracted
We all get distracted by the bumps in the road. There you are just rolling along, singing along to the radio and you hit a bump! That’s what has happened to me. It isn’t a bump in the road though,… Continue reading
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Promise land
My Dad worked at Promise land. No, he hadn’t traveled with the Israelites out of Egypt, he just drove to Napeauge. That’s were Promise land was. That is what we called the Smith-Meal company, a fish processing factory back in… Continue reading
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same thing
I spent some time yesterday reading Cicero. I know, he’s just an old Roman dude. He was a pretty smart guy though, although it got him killed in the end. It has been said that his head was cut off… Continue reading