Posted On: December 30, 2008
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A private landing assures much untouched booty.
Focusing on fatherhood may be more natural and convenient when we’ve stepped away from our routines and out of (most) ruts. And for that, I’m grateful! Pursuing mutual…
Posted On: December 10, 2008
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A loon was calling its unmistakable cry this morning. What the!?! Poor creature needs to get out of town; the windchill is -10 this morning. Has the bird (have we all) gone loonie? Yes, I…
Posted On: November 19, 2008
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A dear friend whom I’ve known since I was 5 sent me this. RULES from a club we had as 4th graders. We met twice a week (or more) under a stairway in his house.…
Posted On: October 28, 2008
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2 fishermen just leisurely floated by, both on cell phones.
Ish! Even guys who fish?
But of course. Often these days while I toil in the office or gardens, I hear some booming male voice…
Posted On: October 2, 2008
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The soon-to-be southbound loons were crying before I even got outside today, long before sunrise.
Dew clung to the grass like millions of tears from the heart of the earth.
Geez, I hate to be…
