the memory keeper… war and shaving edition

    A couple years ago I bought four plastic totes and labeled one for each son.  As I unpacked boxes from the past, I dropped whatever belonged to a boy in his own box.  They overflowed pretty fast.  Realizing it was silly to keep elementary school papers for a guy in his mid-40s, I …

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saying stupid stuff…

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.    John Steinbeck I am often fearful of hitting the Publish button instead of the Preview …

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i always knew, he fought for me…

You cannot love a thing without wanting to fight for it G. K. Chesterton My dad was a quiet man who loved big fireworks. I miss him on the 4th of July. When it was dark enough, with his carefully selected box of fireworks in hand, Dad would walk to the end of our driveway …

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where i lay my head…

I have slept in unusual places.  It began the day I got married. We left our wedding reception in a hale of rice.  With the passenger side window stuck open, I got the worst of it.  Rice and all, we headed to San Francisco, to the place I "thought" we would spend the night. Unfortunately, …

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the age of reality… one last thing

Actually, a couple last things.  I'm ready to move on from this exploration of turning 70, but first, in no particular order............ SUGAR IS THE DEVIL -  My son used to say "women are the devil", but since he married one and they gave birth to one, I'm assuming he got over that misconception.  But …

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the age of reality… be ready, not desperate

To hope means to be ready at every moment for that which is not yet born, and yet not become desperate if there is no birth in our lifetime.   Emily Dickinson One son lives on the east side of the country with his family.  Three sons and their families live two hours (give or take) …

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the age of reality… connecting, introvert style

Doug and I wake early every morning.  He gets dressed and drives a few miles down the road to his favorite coffee shop, joins a group of farmers and truck drivers and together they solve the world's problems.  Or, at least they give them a good talking to.  Later he tells me about the guy …

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