The view from my 7th floor hospital room is quite nice. Rogers is spread out under me. On the interstate, cars are busily going here and there. People are starting a new day. I’m glad to be among them. Our hearts are wonderful things and when they are in sound working order, they run a […]
Jun 1, 2016
Creatures of Habit
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This morning, as the coffee finished perking, I looked in the cabinet for my favorite mug. Coffee would surely taste just as good in any other cup or mug but I really like this one. Why? It has a blue stripe and a blue flower, is larger at the bottom than the top, isn’t too large and […]
May 30, 2016
A Tight Grip on Freedom
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I hate war. I hate the thought of it: the separation from loved ones, the pain and death and cruelty and barbarism. What is at the heart of war? Why can we not live, each in his own country, peacefully? “War is hell,” said General Sherman. He should know. He certainly inflicted a lot of it on the […]
May 24, 2016
Without My Rose-Colored Glasses
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My left hand is a different color than my right hand. They were both the same shade until I ran into the door facing a couple of nights ago. You see, it was like this: I dozed off on the sofa, woke up and staggered back in the general direction of the bedroom. Aiming for the hall, my […]
May 22, 2016
Last Rays of the Setting Sun
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Last night, Nemo and I sat on the deck and watched the day end. The last rays of the setting sun tipped the tree tops with gold. Robins noisily settled in for the night. A tree frog began his creaky song. Nemo patrolled the yard to be sure all the lions and tigers were scared […]
May 21, 2016
Another Time, Another Place
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I saw one of my old college professors the other day, even though he has been dead a good number of years. Now, before you think I’ve gone completely round the bend, let me explain. Actually, I didn’t see him but I saw someone who really reminded me of the long ago prof. He didn’t […]
