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routine
I almost always write these blogs first thing in the morning. It has become somewhat of a habit. A routine if you will. Oh there are times when inspiration strikes and I write in the afternoon or evening but that… Continue reading
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talking to myself
I’m getting out of rhythm. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I can feel it. A change is coming on. Maybe I’m getting ready for a change in the seasons, or maybe it is something more. I’m just… Continue reading
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a benevolent government ?
Should government be a benevolent institution or is it strictly business ? Most will say it should be both. The problem lies in the fact that it cannot. It must be one or the other to serve the entire population.… Continue reading
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Victim or survivor
Are we all victims and survivors ? At least that is the narrative I hear every day on the news, I hear it everywhere I go. We are one or the other. How did we reach this point ? That is… Continue reading
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Uncle Oliver continued
After posting yesterday I did a little more searching for my 4th great uncle Oliver. I had limited success but did discover a few more details. The ship he was on was the USS North Carolina. A 74 gun ship… Continue reading
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In the Navy
I was working on the family tree the other day and stumbled upon something I found interesting. Oliver Gibson King, my 4th great uncle, served in the Navy during the civil war. He was 38 years old in 1862. It… Continue reading
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Time marches on
Next week the kids go back to school here in Greensboro. The summer is over, done, toast. Bring on the fall. It was a quick one. The kids grew up this summer. There is no excitement for new back packs,… Continue reading
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Boob tube ?
What do the kids watch on television these days ? What does anyone watch on television these days ? I would have to say I’m pretty ignorant when it comes to that. I just don’t know anymore. I have a… Continue reading
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social expectations
I guess I have reached that age, I’m a senior. I always knew it would happen but ain’t sure I like it. There is nothing to be done about though. Mom is getting on , as the saying goes, and I… Continue reading
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silent resignation
Mother and daughter sat on a bench outside their home on Floyd street. They were talking about the news of the war. The daughter, whose name is Lucy, had received word that her grandson was drafted. Now the grandson lived with… Continue reading