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Travels 13: Always on the Edge of Beauty–A tale of women, beauty, a city and a marred landscape
Once I found myself wandering through the streets of Bruges, a small lace making city in Belgium. I walked along canals and old buildings. I began to cry. “Why can’t all cities be this beautiful?”, I kept asking myself. “Why can’t every city be a Bruges, or a Paris or a London?” I’ve always been…
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Travels 12: A Rest Farewell
And though the line is cut, It ain’t quite the end, I’ll just bid farewell till we meet again. —Bob Dylan “A Restless Farewell” I’m sitting at Erin’s breakfast table composing the final post of our visit to Orting. In an hour or so we will be on our way homeward. The route back is…
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Pacific Northwest Interlude: It’s Almost That Time Again
I’ll be waiting when you’re ready to love me… I’ll put my hands up. —Adele from I’ll Be Waiting. I’m sitting at the kitchen table of my daughter Erin’s house. I just made a Scrabble move against her. She’s sitting at the breakfast counter making Scrabble moves against me. It’s not that we don’t talk,…
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Pacific Northwest Interlude: The Legendary Pumpkins of Washington State
We’re sitting beside Commencement Bay in lower Puget Sound, enjoying a brunch with friends. This is not a “brunch” in the way that the word is thrown around so often these days. We’re provided with Mimosa’s that just keep coming like the tide and enough oysters and shrimp to drive a Maine shell fisherman turn…
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Pacific Northwest Interlude: A Song. A Journey. A Metaphore and a Memory
Sitting at the kitchen table, I can see my daughter, Erin and her husband watching a mute TV while a song is playing on an iTunes mix. Bob is a musician. He plays the drums and he has an encyclopedic knowledge of most kinds of music I could ever run across in my lifetime. I…
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Travels 10: The Good, The Sad and the Ugly
Venus goddess of love that you are. Surely the things I ask can’t be too great a task. –Frankie Avalon I’ve just walked to the hedge of cedars and watched the sunset. As usual, Venus is the evening star…leading us westward…like something Biblical. Our clocks are set to Pacific Time. We’ve crossed the Great Divide.…
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Travels 9: Climb Every Mountain
[NOTE: I am fully aware that you have come to expect the very best Blogs that your server can buy. Great pride is taken by me, the author of said Blogs (herein referred to as posts) to deliver the best to you, my dear readers, the observations and comments of weary but determined traveler. Each…
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Travels 8: A Land Of Ironies
I am entering a time and a place of strange ironies. I am warm and dusty…sneezing, really, on the Interstate, yet the snow of the eastern slopes of the Rockies are facing me. I’m having trouble making a legal u-turn to get the R-Pod facing in the right directions, yet I can park IN THE…
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Travels 7: Somewhere in the Black Mining Hills of Dakota
My lands are where my dead lie buried. –Chief Crazy Horse My last post was written with a sad heart. Pine Ridge Reservation will bring down even the most optimistic of people. I have to say that I slept well and was not delivered of dreams, either of blue-eyed prairie women or sad-eyed Sioux. I…
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