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The Legend of the Davy Crockett Pajamas
A little boy sat crying on a limb of an old apple tree. It was a crisp autumn day in New York City. Nearly all the leaves had abandoned their home trees and lay scattered in corners or along fences where the wind pushed them into piles mixed with old newspapers…
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A Story of Christmas and Coal
My father grew up poor. Not the kind of poor where he would walk through ten inches of snow barefoot or go from house to house asking for bread. His parents provided the best they could, but, by his own admission, he grew up poor. My grandfather and my grandmother should be telling this story.…
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The Thing in the Claw Foot Bathtub
Go ahead, think of a childhood dream. Make it a cuddly, warm and fuzzy dream where someone you love is with you adoring you and keeping you safe. It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it…recalling that dream? You awoke in the morning with pleasant thoughts that stayed with you throughout the day. Now, think of a…
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Lost On A Glacier in Alaska
Let me begin by setting the historical record straight, to slow the nay-sayers and bloggers who would be only too happy to challenge and dissect all that I am about to relate. I was never lost ON a glacier (not in this story, anyway) but about nine feet from the lip of ice that marked…
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The Dearly Departed
I derive a great deal of pleasure by wandering among people who are dead. I have always found graveyards to be ideal places to contemplate life. Understand, however, that there have been times, when shadows lengthen, I find being among the dead is an unsettling experience. But most of the time I find it creatively…
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Worrying A Sheep To Death
I was an exchange teacher in England in the 1980’s. Part of my duties included chaperoning field trip of various grades to geographical and historical sites. On a mild and clear day in April, I helped out taking a group of fifth graders to a famous historical National Trust property in Dorset. The path around…
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Excerpt From “Standing Stone” by Patrick Egan
By the early afternoon of the fifteenth day out of Catawissa, the clouds had lifted from a steady rain that began shortly after dawn. Fallen leaves of orange, copper, hues of red, and even a few lingering greens, littered the flat surfaces of the somber gray rocks and shale ledges that made up the shoreline…
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New Blogger on Board!
I would like this little piece of the blogosphere to be my way to share with you my photos, ideas and most importantly, fiction and non-fiction pieces I have published or are in the works. Feel free to chat with me, challenge me and share with me the creative corners of your mind.
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