Category: Fables & Folklore
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At The Museum…For Decades
[I loved this Alaskan canoe when you could see the people in it.] The more things change, the more they stay they stay the same… -Anon. I never understood the above quote, except to say that I think it means that history repeats itself. I certainly can get that…considering the Trump Era. You can figure…
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D’Arcy At The Bat
A bat. [Source: Wikipedia] bat n : any of an order of night-flying mammals with forelimbs modified to form wings. [Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary] I considered naming this post “Listen to them…they are the children of the night. What beautiful music they make” but I decided: a) it was too long for a title, and, b) the…
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Kissing The Moon
[Source: Google search.] So, there is a story. It goes something like this: A certain Chinese poet, Li Po, was said to have tried to kiss the reflection of the moon from his boat. He leaned to plant the kiss…fell overboard and drowned. What is the moral of the story? I am fascinated by the…
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A Short Walk Up Boot Hill
[An unknown prostitute of Dodge City] My reason for being on the road for so long has a great deal to do with my growing dislike of the winters of the North Country. It also enables me to wander and explore my interests. I love history, I am attracted to stories of the pioneer…
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The Snow Moon Over The Mojave
Last night the Snow Moon rose over the Coxcomb Mountains of the Mojave Desert. It’s the fifth full moon we have watched since our journey began There will be one more to witness before we are home again. Will we see the Warm Moon from where ever we will be in the third week of…
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The End Of The Line
Like, wow…I can’t believe we’re in California. What a magical and special state this is. It’s no wonder that all the famous people live here. It’s the “land of opportunity”, where an anybody like me can become a somebody like…George Clooney. We weren’t here an hour when I drove to a service station to get…
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Unfortunate Souls
One afternoon, in the late 19th Century, the fifteen year old brother of Maria Moreno complained about the way she was dancing. She got angry. His response was to say: “So, shoot me.” Maria, who was sixteen went into her house and brought her father’s rifle. She shot and killed her brother. He should have…
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Honky Tonks, Bordellos And Celery
[This soiled dove was from Cripple Creek, CO.] We watched January turn into February in Silver City, New Mexico. A former mining town from the 19th Century, was a place where miners, tired and in need of a drink and a little love to purchase, would come up from the valleys and down the mountains…and…
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