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Roger’s Library Books
I’m not such an unaware narcissist that I believe that I’m the only one Roger Hladky blessed in a powerful way. I was one among many. It was long after Roger performed our wedding ceremony, his first to officiate. I… Continue reading
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Look up, child
Look up, child. The moon once pregnant, rises above the trees and changes to a fertile crescent. Days go by, frost greets dawn. Leaves turn, yellow red brown, chastened from branches, by a blue wind. See the swirl of autumn,… Continue reading
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Flying to Carolina
My wife tells me she would like to get inside my head for a day and just look around. I tell her I’d like a little notice so I can tidy up the place, take out the trash, and make… Continue reading
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Fishing with a Dotted Line
The young woman helping us was friendly and we struck up a conversation. We tell her about our fly fishing trip and she says, “I love to fly fish!” She tells about her Dad taking her fly fishing just down… Continue reading
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We May Never Pass This Way Again
My summer of 1977 was bookended by Harry and Elvis. Harry Whittaker, the President of our Senior Class at College High School, always had a way of making you feel better than you had the right to feel about yourself.… Continue reading
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