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Are You Somewhere Up Above?
That’s right. It’s class reunion time again. These events come around so fast these days, it’s like speed dating. The years are passing rapidly now. It seems like I was looking forward to my 20th just a short time ago. Now, I’m dreading the approaching 50th. So, one more time, I’ll sign up, send in…
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If You Build It They Will Go
I wish this story was not being written. I wish the slate of my memory could be wiped clean. I curse the Muse who invades my dreams, finds me in my idle hours and dumps thoughts I can barely recall would just go away. Just go away and leave me to sit in peace. But,…
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The ‘AA’ From Another World
I do believe that I am the only person in the Western Hemisphere, if not the World who is haunted and terrified by an AA battery. I must hurry to tell you this story, before they tell you that visiting hours are over and they bring my tray of medications. Once I take these small…
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Confessions of a Reluctant Portal
People either hate me or love me. I wish they would decide and stop being so fickle. People are so fickle. I can’t help being what I am. Well, maybe that isn’t totally true. Perhaps I am paying for some long-forgotten sin or just ‘doing time’ while I wait for the cycle. But, don’t think…
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I Never Met a Map I Didn’t Like
Maps, like wild and green-eyed Irish redheads, are irresistible. They have a magnetic ability to draw me closer to them…to look, to touch and to stand in awe at what they can reveal to you. There are a zillion kinds of maps. This space and my time does not allow me to tally them for…
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These Haunted Mountains That I Love
Many of my blog posts tend toward the melancholy. The themes have often been about loss, grief, aloneness and death. That’s the way my mind works. I stare at the rain. I walk through the fog. I wander old and forgotten cemeteries, reading the names, dates and wondering about lives lived a century ago. It’s…
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Long Live the King
So, now it’s more or less certain that the bones of Richard III were found buried under a car park in Leicester, England. I happened to be in London when the news broke that researchers were looking closely at the site. At first it sounded like a bit from a “Monty Python” sketch…but then I…
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An American in Dorset (an excerpt)
Preface As I understand it, I am not allowed to donate blood. I have the British Government to partly thank for this dilemma. It so happens that I resided in Great Britain during the years when Mad Cow Disease was in its very early stages. I say, “partly thank” because even though MCD began to…
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The Life and Death of A Famous Everyman
It’s all over now. The last of the news vans pulled out this morning. Left behind are only a few stringers, standing in the front lawn or the cemetery, microphone in hand, filing useless bits that will be used to fill in the time between the weather update and results of the county Pumpkin Queen…
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The Mountain Nymph
I am walking down a trail in the ancient Adirondack Forest. I pull my wide-brimmed hat to better cover my eyes against the sudden spring rain. I wipe the sweat from my forehead and swat at the blackflies. I shuffle the rotting crimson and yellow leaves to one side. I monitor my steps carefully because…
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