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Last Stop: Tir Na Nog!
Hardly a mythology exists that doesn’t include a “Land of Eternal Youth” tale. It could be a Shangra-La, isolated in a mountain valley somewhere or Ultima Thule for those brave souls who travel to the Northern Realms. There are Gypsy versions and Japanese variations, but, for my money, the Irish story is the most haunting…
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The Lawn and the Short of It
Why are people afraid of trees? The Adirondack State Park, where I live, has something like 6,000,000 acres of land. This great northern forest was to be held “forever wild.” That was stated in Albany in the 19th century. Now, it seems logical to me (I’m not Plato, mind you) that those who choose to…
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Epitaphs: Part I
Anyone with a good eye can find a zillion stories in cemeteries. That’s saying a great deal about a place where only mute stones stand there to speak to you. The dead can’t tell their tales and in most cases, there will be no one around to tell of a life and give those reposing…
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Now It’s Time to Get Real
For a number of months now, I’ve been posting short blogs that were mostly fiction in nature. Among these were a few that were based on memories and dreams (reality or wish based?). Today, I’m going to begin to mix it up a bit with non-fiction ramblings and musings. This is where I get…
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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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