Life
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His Folger’s Can is Empty
The man with the shepherd crook disguised as a dust mop has died. There is a melancholy in the closet where the mops lean against the wall and the Folger’s can is empty, no longer filled with Brach’s candy. Rusty… Continue reading
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Digging Resumes in the Dirt
While playing golf yesterday, someone asked if I was playing my little homemade golf course. I said, “No, I just take care of it, mow it, water it, kind of like a garden, a hobby. Just like my wife Karen,… Continue reading
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Grandma and the Luxury of an Unexpressed Thought
Billy Graham and my Grandma Mildred, side by side, illustrate a conundrum of mine; why do some folks talk non-stop and others hardly at all? Billy Graham was one with the gift of gab, my Grandma Mildred Davis went the… Continue reading
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They Lived Happily Ever After…and They Didn’t Throw any Punches or Spit
This morning, I read several lies and truths about domestic violence. The internet has a way of making us all experts…and idiots. I did find this one interesting. “Prior to the mid-1800s, most legal systems accepted wife-beating (today’s term is… Continue reading
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Saying Goodbye to Jimmy
He said goodbye in the same graceful and light-hearted way that he lived, revelling in his answers to aggressive sales folks on the phone when asked why he was cancelling his phone service or subscriptions, “The reason I’m cancelling is… Continue reading
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My German Vacation Journal 1: living with our past while hoping in our future
It’s 1969 and I’m in the woods looking for Germans along with my nine year old buddies helping our friend Tom celebrate a birthday before the advent of chuckie cheese. He wanted to play war games after cake and ice… Continue reading
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Learning at the Speed of Hair
My son is getting an $8,000 haircut in two weeks. He’s been at the University of Hamburg studying and traveling since January and for the past two years his hair has grown along with his learning, a marker of time,… Continue reading
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