Category: Melancholy Thoughts
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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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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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What Will Be Written About You?
“My Childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy days so long ago. My boyhood friends and my own relations. Have all passed on like the melting snow.” (Traditional.) As recorded by Van Morrison. I have a gift for you. It isn’t wrapped in gilded paper and it does not have a magenta ribbon tied…
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Killing Me Softly With His Song
[WARNING: IF SAD SONGS MAKE YOU SADDER, THEN STOP READING NOW!] Before you shake your painted fingertips at me and call me “Mr. Doom and Gloom” (a girl-friend once did that), I’ll save you some time and energy. I have a great deal of Irish blood in my veins, I’m Black Irish and raised as…
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