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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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Epitaphs: Part III
What Think You? Well, here’s another epitaph for you to ponder. This particular one is very special to me. It is located in Evergreen Cemetery, Owego, NY. This is the town where I grew up. The cemetery was designed (like many in the 19th century) to be a place to wander, reflect or just admire…
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The Girls of the Corn
The scene was something like the photographs of Dust Bowl Oklahoma. But there was so much current reality around me, it made a jarring juxtaposition. Fifty feet behind me the SUVs, the pick-ups and the Greyhound size RVs roared past on the paved road. A few feet in front of me was a nearly extinct…
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I Am Ice
I was one of the uncountable snow flakes that fell that day. Time was the same, it snowed, it rained, drizzle fell, fog burned off and the sunshine broke through the clouds. Before I fell to earth I had my last glimpse of the sun. Then all darkened with clouds and more snow. The sun…
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