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Stories In Line

Standing in line at any store, in airports, or bus stations, I watch people, wonder who they are, what they do, and dream up the stories of their lives … STORIES IN LINE in the grocery check-out I notice the … Continue reading

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Nowhere to go

This comes from out of left field as I thought of long ago class rooms, reunions, and where we go after school … February and grey days that bring back memories and wondering where people went, what they did, what … Continue reading

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What does a room remember about who has lived there? Does it hold onto one tenant more than another? Haunt another? Is it inviting to one and all? … RENTAL a rented room wears hats without knowing who hung them … Continue reading

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Street Dance

I love street musicians, their confidence, willingness to make light of an ordinary morning, bring an element of fun to the day. And sometimes someone will move to the music, sway, tap, or dance … STREET DANCE guitar & sax                                   … Continue reading

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FaceBook Frazzle

I don’t spend a lot of time of FaceBook though I like following what people are doing, admire the successes, and share the griefs. There are occasions, however, when it drives me nuts … FACEBOOK FRAZZLE there’s a pattern                     to … Continue reading

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I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising … Continue reading

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An Ordinary Man

Remembrance Day is coming up, and I wonder about my father, who died in Normandy, June 1944: what kind of man he would have been if he had survived the war? Was he changed by his experiences of the desert, … Continue reading

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