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Meeting the Elephant
I have no great tale to tell. No big war stories. I neither deserved nor earned any prestigious medals for courage in the face of danger. No accolades for service above those normally awarded. I simply served my country as… Continue reading
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Summer of '68
I spent a lot of time pumping gasoline in the summer of ’68. I was helping out down to Olympic Heights service station. I wasn’t a real employee as I didn’t get an hourly wage. If I had it would… Continue reading
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Time and Progress
I often bemoan the loss of my little hometown. It has apparently become the playground for the wealthy. It was always so,even in my youth and my parents youth, it just now the ” tourists ” have become an invasive… Continue reading
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Making Contact
I posted this strange happening on Facebook. Some of you reading this will remember it. For those that do not, I will tell the tale again. I was shopping at the Walmart store with my wife and her sister. We… Continue reading
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Happiness
Acceptance is the key to happiness. When one can accept a fact or situation for what it is , that leads to happiness. Happiness isn’t necessarily jumping up and down with joy. Happiness can be much more subtle than that.… Continue reading
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Small Town
All over the country small towns are dying. They are being replaced by housing communities. The town proper is still there but local business is all but non existent. Mom and Pop replaced by the chain stores. The residents of… Continue reading
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Sammys
Just head down the Springy Banks rd. Roll on past Settlers Landing and Boys Harbor. When you go far enough turn left and head on down to Sammys beach. Rode and drove that route many times but still can’t tell… Continue reading
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Summer People
Those big old houses stood like sentinels on the shore. Looking out over the dunes toward the Ocean. They stood silent and empty waiting,waiting for the arrival of spring. These were the summer ” cottages “of the rich. Artists and… Continue reading
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Shopping at Brills
School clothes. Now it is the mall and the outlet stores. That’s were you go for school clothes. When I was growing up it was the Sears catalog and Bobby Brills. I remember sitting at the kitchen table with Mom… Continue reading
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Mr. Mitchell
It was to be the boys tenth birthday. He was really growing up, even his Grandmother said so. He had never known his mother,she passed away shortly after his birth. Of course he had an older brother and he knew… Continue reading







