Monthly Archive: September 2014

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Letters

My father died September 29, 1982 – the day after my youngest sister, Joanne, turned 12. My mother has commented that I never talk about him. She’s right. It’s still too soon. So, I’ll...

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Music Appreciation

I was at my mother-in-law’s this past Saturday continuing to clean out and organize the garage and workshop. In my digging, I managed to unearth a bunch of record albums, including this one: I...

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Rescue Dog

Nicole worries that I am disappointed in her. I try to convince her that is not the case. I may have made some headway with this conversation: (Nicole) Copper got into the food in...

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Ferguson

I’ve been thinking about Ferguson since it happened and reading a lot of discussion related to it. All of the facts are not yet out about what transpired, but this fact is consistent: an...

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Planes, Trains and Automobiles

As well as buses, feet, and kayaks. Those are the modes of transportation Meagan and I used while I visited her in DC this weekend. First I took the Boston Express bus from Tyngsborough...

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Badges

I went out to dinner last week with two friends. (My daughter: “You have friends?”) I was asked not to use their real names, so I will call them Chrysanthemum and Cherry Plum. Or...