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As luck would have it, I had the following piece already written about a week ago and then by chance, I was reminded the very next day of just how ubiquitous the topic it discusses truly is. You see, I needed to find a way for my daughter Juliet to go to the Plymouth...

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Foibles,Bon Mots, and Thoughts   “My favorite poem is the one that starts, “ Thirty days hath September” because it actually tells you something.”  Groucho  Marx.Seven more days and Sheila and I will be celebrating our 49th anniversary. The trip to...

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Good morning from Whiskey Creek, just a few square feet under six acres that is more demanding than a young bride born with a silver spoon in her mouth, six acres populated by one house, one barn, one feed shed and one wood shed that all have roofs just aching to leak...

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Wind Hate the wind, but I’ve got a good reason for it. As a child I suffered from a learning disability…..spatial relations disorder…..which is a fancy way of saying that when I look at words on a printed page the letters seem more like ants scurrying about than they...

Stumbling in my fathers footsteps

James King sings a song called “stumbling in my father’s footsteps.” When I hear him sing it, it always touches my heart, because it’s the way I feel every day of my life. My daddy was small church pastor, moved from here to there by his denomination over the last...