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Moral Fabric
I’ve written about this before, but continue to think about it. The wearing of jeans by the presidential candidates and indeed by the president. When I was young we called them Blue jeans. At some point they were dungarees. But always worn… Continue reading
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That's why Girls aren't Medics
Just a little embarrassing story from my past. This would have been about 1963 of 4. At the end of the dirt road where I lived there was a rental house. At this time a family named Hulse lived there. There was a… Continue reading
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Sustainability
I recently became a member of the Greensboro historical society. In some circles known as the ” hysterical ” society. I believe I am the youngest member at the age of 58. We have a few projects in the works… Continue reading
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Two cents worth
The other day I was listening to some oldies,as I’m prone to do, and Bob Dylan was singing the Times they are a changin’. I couldn’t help but think how relevant that tune is even today. The times certainly are… Continue reading
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Meeting Father
I was talking with an old childhood friend the other day. He was relating a tale about my father to me. They had an occasion when they were both hospitalized. While there, they had long conversations to pass the time… Continue reading
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Drama and the Unknown
Today are tryouts for little league. My Grandson will be on the field. This will be the first year where he is not guaranteed a spot. Growing up. He has reached that level. All his coaches from years past are not… Continue reading
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Self Serving
I’ve been writing this blog for awhile now. It has become some what of a habit. My day doesn’t seem right until I’ve posted something. Sometimes it is easy and others it is a strain. Yet I somehow feel almost compelled to… Continue reading
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The best things
I wonder why, after you reach a certain age, the best things are the ones that are just the way you remembered. I like my radio to sound the way it did twenty years ago. All this modern high definition… Continue reading
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Reflection
In the summer of 1968 my brother was off the coast of Vietnam. He was a radio operator on board USS Arlington AGMR-2. A ship I’ll always remember. I missed my brother and was quite proud that he was in the Navy. He… Continue reading
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Illegal
Ran across a small article online. I hadn’t heard about this on the evening news. Not sure why that is, unless they were trying to keep it a little quiet. Although I can think of no reason why not. Whatever… Continue reading







