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Chop wood, carry water, part 432.5.a
Somewhere in the distance, an air horn blows. Means it's noon-- the sound comes from the paper mill. Somewhere, people are breaking for lunch, shifts are changing, people go about the daily stuff of life. Whatever is go… -
Back From The Whirled
I move slowly, these days. Well, at least it appears that way. I came back from the parental visit about a week ago, but I have been moving slowly. At least that's how it may look to those on the outside, looking in. … -
Readiness?
I should be packing. Tomorrow at around 1:45, I get on the airport shuttle to SeaTac and start my journey to the south of Spain to go see The Parental Unit, aka my mother. It's a long trip, from my little corner of the… -
Travel Time
So yeah.... I'm going to Europe. The south of Spain, to be specific, right next to the Rock of Gibraltar. Which is where my mother lives. My mother-- a.k.a. "Mommie Dearest"-- is 86, and I expect she doesn't have all th… -
The Road to Freedom
When I was a kid, we travelled all the time. Being "on the road" became a natural part of existence, and I was perfectly capable of packing my own suitcase by age 10. Although we most flew wherever we were going, I gener…
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