On the Alberta/Montana Border
Friday, April 10, 2020

Brakes

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...or something similar... I don’t know where he got it. And I'm certainly am not surprised things turned out the way they did. ...
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Thursday, April 9, 2020

Mom

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What do I remember? Warm hugs and cuddles. Clean clothes, clean sheets, clean house. And wonderful, many-times-a-day food. Stori...
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Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Un-Safe

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Me. Occasionally, when Mom got tired of driving twenty miles of dirt roads for everything, my parents would move the family to our tow...
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Monday, April 6, 2020

Un-Seen

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I always was afraid at night When Mother would turn out the light, Into the darkness, I would stare And look for  monsters  waitin...
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Saturday, April 4, 2020

Discovering Gentlemen

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Me and Golly Gee. And yes, that is a band-aid on my nose. Sexy! I learned two things that summer. 1.        Barbed wire gates are t...
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Friday, April 3, 2020

A Knowing Knose

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The nose is okay. The teeth . . . Okay, yes, I had been told never to do it. In fact, I had been threatened with certain  death  pu...
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Thursday, April 2, 2020

Waiting...

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When I was four, my parents had a TV. A wonderful, marvelous creation that stood on its own four legs in one corner of the living room...
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Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Not Forgotten

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April 1. Daddy's birthday. He would be 95 today. I hope they have cake in Heaven! Remembering you today and every day, Daddy! I love ...
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Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Generations of Lava

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“Gaahh! Mom! You’re standing in the lava!” Mom and Dad had taken us kids to see the movie ‘Krakatoa, East of Java’. (Okay, yes, I know...
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Monday, March 30, 2020

Write-er

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A large, prestigious college had a large, prestigious hall, And through its doors came visitors. It welcomed one and all, A bright, ...
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Friday, March 27, 2020

The Bell of St. Vital

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There is not much happening today that we could call ‘normal’. Normal has become merely another word that belongs to the distant past ...
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Thursday, March 26, 2020

Corn-eeeee

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I can only dream. I’ve never been able to grow corn. The planets are aligned against it. Why am I thinking of this at the end of M...
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Tuesday, March 24, 2020

A 'Little' Story

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She was supposed to be raking leaves. But you know how an assigned job can be forgotten. Or an assigned worker . . . sidetracked. I ...
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