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The Murder Mystery Jigsaw Puzzle Caper
[The Puzzle box cover.] Several days had passed and I was still saddened by the way I had left the Troll. He looked so dejected as he headed back to his self-isolation under the bridge. I made a mental note to make sure I go back in the early summer and pay him a visit.…
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The Troll Of Barnum Brook Bridge
[The only known photo of the Barnum Brook Bridge Troll. Photo source: Google search.] I stood in my kitchen staring at my Costco weather monitor. Mariam was busy looking for a container of low-salt broth. For twenty-two minutes I glared at the humidity reading. It was our eighteenth day of self-isolation. Except for a small…
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The Two Garbage Bins: A Winter’s Tale
[Iceberg Landscape. Photo source: Google search.] In the U.K. they call it “Bin Day”. That’s when you put your rubbish and recycles out at curbside. I think that is a very cute way of putting things, but then the English are so cute anyway. On March 22, they will celebrate “Mothering Day” instead of “Mother’s…
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The Irish in Me
I will arise and go now to Innisfree… -WB Yeats The Lake Isle of Innisfree I”m drifting off to sleep in the late minutes of March 17. I’m dreaming of Kilkenny, Sligo, Dublin and Galway. What’s happened for me on St. Patrick’s Day? Actually, nothing that involved crowds and singing and rowdy behavior. We cooked…
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The Busker in the Square
[Photo is mine] See the guy? Not the one standing center stage…but the one just beyond him with a microphone and black guitar case at his his feet. Yellow flowers are behind him. To me, he’s the Busker of the Square. He has secured a spot in the plaza in front of the University of…
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Two Churches in Porto
I’m in Porto, Portugal. It’s not Florida and it’s not northern Dorset, and I’m not shoveling 4′ of snow in the Adirondacks. But there is an interesting church across the square facing our apartment. Actually it’s two churches. On the right is the Igerja do Carmo, used by the monks of the Carmo. On the…
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Little Christmas Joys
I’m snug beneath the blankets, in a cozy room of a six hundred year-old inn. The pub below us is crowded with men and women filled with ale, mulled wine and good cheer. I’m listening to laughter…I’m hearing Silver Bells On the sound system. I’m not disturbed by the sounds; they will lull me to…
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Snow
The woods are pleasant, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. –Robert Frost [Our tiny forest. Our front yard. Photo is mine.] I can think of nothing in nature more calming, soothing and tranquil than standing in a…
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My 500th Blog !
[The Wanderer Over The Sea of Fog. Casper David Friedrich. One of my favorite paintings. Source : Google search.] Dear Followers, Open your oldest and best cognac and celebrate with me. This is my 500th blog post! Finding topics and putting them into (what I hope were) clever words was not an easy thing to…
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