Category: Real Personal History
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Allison, Me And The Ghosts Of Judy Garland
“Who could ask for anything more?” –Ira Gershwin Ok, so I pulled a few strings. Actually, it was only one string. The daughter of my wife’s boss (Dr. Chris Walsh from Mount Sinai Hospital), was playing the lead in the hit Broadway show, An American…
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To All My Blog Followers And Friends
I just want you to know that I appreciate the “likes” and the “follows” that have made my blogging experience exciting and fulfilling. But, I’m going to take a hiatus from “pumping out the posts” for a few months. You deserve to know why. -I’m still exhausted from the 50 or so posts I published…
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583.74
This post is a puzzle for my readers who want a challenge or something to keep them busy if they have too much time on their hands. I suppose that the former is what they want. So, anyone out there who is up to the challenge? Last week, or perhaps it was the week before…or maybe…
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Roadside Attractions From The Rearview Mirror
I feel like I’ve driven half-way around the earth’s diameter. Actually, according to the odometer on the red Ford Escape, we did indeed travel that far. Our total distance driven, including side trips for sight-seeing, came to an astounding 13,589 miles! If you’re into engine care and maintenance, that’s would be three oil changes (and…
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Measuring The Final Miles
[Divider antique tool provided by D’Arcy Havill. Used with permission} “Why” That seems to be the operative word rolling around in my mind as I sit and write this post, this nearly final post of our Epic Trip of 2015-1016. We’re at our friend’s house in Camp Dennison, Ohio. I’ve written of D’Arcy and Judy…
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Shot Out Of A Cannon/Driving Until The Wheels Fall Off And Burn
[The first day of Spring] Lately, I’ve felt like I, the r-pod, the red Ford, Mariam and life in general have been shot out of a cannon. Our departure from the desert southwest happened so fast, I somehow missed the line that I could point out, photograph, and say: “Well, there goes the desert…we’re in…
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The Forever Road Turns East
[Near Fort Lenard, Kansas] I didn’t write the following paragraph, but I wish to the eternal sky that I did… Look out from the mountains edge once more. A dusk is gathering on the desert’s face, and over the eastern horizon the purple shadow of the world is reaching up to the sky. The light…
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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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A Rock, A Pumpkin And The Grateful Dead
“May I top you up?” –Anonymous bartender. “You can’t top that!” –Patrick Egan People like to put things on top of things. Nature likes to just leave things where they were put originally. I remember one afternoon, in mid-October, 1997, (if you…
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