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The Sociology of Corn
I was staring at the obvious and it suddenly hit me like a bolt of blue lightning. People drive past acres of cornfields everyday and most miss it. I did for a long time, until I saw what was happening in the cornfield. It was awesome! On this particular day, I stood at the roadside…
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The Incredible Shrinking Woman of the Adirondacks
Chronicles of the North Country: Part I [shrink v. To become constricted or to dwindle from heat, moisture or cold.]–The American Heritage College Dictionary, 3rd ed., 1997. “Population of northern upstate New York shows signs of shrinking.” —The Adirondack Times Herald, August 3, 2012 You may think that you’ve seen and heard it all. You…
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This Is Not A Blog
Let me say this right from the get go: This bit I’m writing right now is NOT A BLOG! Tonight we had a dinner party to say good-bye to summer. Now, up here in Northern New York State, saying farewell to August and the warm (read buggy and sweaty) days is to say hello to…
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Judgement Day at the RV Park
Judge not, lest you be judged. — The Bible First let me say that the story you are about to read is being told to you in a non-judgmental way. I’m only telling it as I saw it. Simple as that. Do unto others…that’s what I say. I’m as open-minded as most good liberals are.…
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Good Neighbors
It looked like rain. I stood staring out of the sliding door of our downstairs family room. It was getting gloomier by the minute. That was fine because my tomato plants needed some water. I went back into my office and sat at the computer. I was working on revisions of one of my books…
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The Man in the Steel Armor: A Monologue
Some would think that it would be a boring existence to stand for decades in a plexiglass box wearing a suit of steel armor. Let me assure you that it is far from the truth. I find it fascinating to watch the gawkers, the curious, the historians, the lovers and the caretakers as they stroll…
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Epitaphs: Part IV
A few simples words about Mortality It was a damp and warm day in mid-August. I stood over the gravesite and heard the locusts singing in the nearby fields. The stone was smooth, given its age and I had to drop to my knees to read the delicate epitaph on the lower half of the…
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The Whistle-Stop Girl of Montana
The gentle swaying of the coach of the train was lulling me to sleep. I had spent the night at Union Station in Chicago waiting for the early morning departure of the Great Northern, bound for Seattle. It was a long lay-over and I was tired. After watching the western suburbs of the Windy City…
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Disconnected
The late afternoon was growing warmer and more humid with each passing hour. But it was the nature of late July in Saratoga Springs. The south winds blew and with it came the heat and the dampness from the far off ocean. The summer was waning but not giving up yet to the crisp autumn…
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