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My Way Home
This morning, about an hour after dawn (6:45 am locally), I was lying in bed, propped up by my three pillows, checking on the responses from my last blog. Beside me, Mariam dozed, probably dreaming of new mask designs. More than likely, she was exhausted from walking me around the living room to help alleviate…
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Dealing With It?
I’ve been through a lot of situations in my life thus far. I fell into a glacial crevasse, got lost in Alaska, got lost in the Adirondacks, capsized a canoe in the Susquehanna River and visited a grave on Cemetery Hill at midnight. But I could deal with it. I spent nearly a week in…
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Living The High Life In Manhattan
[I’ll take Manhattan. Source: Google search.] There was a time, back in the day, when most people would cherish, desire and even pay a small fortune to have even a few hours of free time to roam and marvel the world of Manhattan. Well, we are nearing the end of our stay. Tomorrow morning we…
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A Winter’s Drive
The elderly couple had the kind neighbor woman to help in loading their car. It was late morning and the temperature bounced around the zero level. When they first pulled the car down the drive, it was -0 F. Then it climbed to +0 F. What a difference. Their car was a Honda Fit, dazzling…
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Winter
Old Nan: Oh my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for winter, when the snows fall one hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my…
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Mistakes
Sometimes a mistake can turn into a good thing…a lucky break. Sure odd things happen often like the 1969 and 1986 Mets. And why would anyone create mosquitos, gnats or Texas? These are called outliers. Such stuff happens out of the norm. Then there exists such things as COVID. I can”t explain except to say…
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Recipes For Disaster
It’s long been known that shoveling snow can kill people. Consider the picture below: When I was a little boy, I’d see an elder (usually a man) struggling with the foot or two of snow on his sidewalk. I figured the guy had to be really old…in his sixties at least. That was old. It…
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Waiting A Year
The little child said to the giant reindeer: “You’ll always have a friend in me,” Bltzen. ” I’ll wait a year and we’ll meet again…right here.”
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Coal For Christmas
[Watercolor sketch by Paul Egan. Date unknown.] [Note to my readers: If you think you’ve read this blog before, don’t think you’re getting senile. It’s perhaps the fourth or fifth time I’ve posted it. It’s my version of a pure Christmas Story. I’ve tweaked the story several times to try to make the narrative better, clearer and more truthful. As…
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The Big One: Part 3
I’ve been dwelling and raving about The Big One for several days now. It finally arrived. The only problem is that we only were hit with an inch and a half. The Big One still has left my red snowblower untouched and shiny. The Big One fell on the area of my hometown. The real…
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