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A Norman Rockwell memory
It would have been just about now. Mom would be asking for the running pine and princess pine for her Christmas decorations. That was an annual event, the gathering of the greens. It is something I will remember my entire… Continue reading
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A boy and a bear
There are small incidents that happen in our lives that remain with us. They may be small and insignificant at the time but somehow retain a prominence in our mind. I can’t explain why this is, only that it happens.… Continue reading
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Goodbye to heroes
Today being Pearl Harbor day I can not but think of my father. I am also reminded of the countless others that were brought into the struggle. On a Sunday morning those planes swept in and commenced to just bomb.… Continue reading
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Probably
There was an interesting little story on the evening news. It concerned a man that has been sentenced to four years in jail for issuing threats. Without delving into a bunch of details basically he threatened his estranged wife/girlfriend. He… Continue reading
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The least we can do
Sunday is December the seventh. How many instantly know what that means ? How many see the significance of it being on a Sunday ? I’m thinking unless you are of a certain age/generation the likelihood that you know is… Continue reading
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Decisions
In another interesting case going before the supreme court the question is this, should your employer be required to accommodate your choices ? The central issue that lead this question to the court is this. A woman that worked for… Continue reading
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Who's to blame
What are professional sports teams doing to prevent domestic violence. That was the teaser to the story. As often happens with me the teaser just left me scratching my head. It left me befuddled. So much so I didn’t listen… Continue reading
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A quaint country cottage
Now when I was growing up I lived, below the bridge. Below the bridge meant I lived north of the village proper. The bridge is a railroad trestle and separated the ” upstreeters ” from the rest of us. The… Continue reading
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Crossing the bridge
Bridges to the past. That is what old photos are. I was reminded of that yesterday. After having some difficulty in getting my scanner to work, electronics; gotta love it, I managed to post an old photograph online. I belong… Continue reading
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Words in Rhyme
Lingering reflections in my mind, pictures of a place and time. A place I was and should have been,a place I will go again. Occasionally entire lines come to me. These two just appeared and I wrote them down. Two… Continue reading