Archive for August, 2014

The Gap

Rest assured, I have not fallen prey to the lure of a potential windfall for participating in InterNet advertising.  Although I have certainly delighted in the occasional sale-rack T or cardigan, and it’s hard to imagine where else, these days, a doting grandparent can re-wardrobe a pre-teen for under $150,…

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Remember

…the Maine, the Alamo, to look both ways before crossing the street, to wash behind your ears, only you can prevent forest fires, to brush after meals, your locker number, to call your mother, to look before you leap, to water the plant, to buckle up, where you parked the…

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Life & Death

Those of you who have taken the couplet-ed stroll through one of my New Year’s poems, may hold the notion that I have a morbid fascination with death…quite the contrary. I’m obsessed with life. Of late, I’ve become equally intrigued by the often polar distance between the effect a person…

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Some Folks

President Obama, (who, let’s face it, can do no right), has been called out by supporters and foes alike for his seemingly casual comment, “We tortured some folks.” In reviewing the comedic, editorially disappointed and fire and brimstone responses, it would seem that the universally agreed upon and unforgivable word…

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Congressional Break

After a wildly productive legislative session wherein our bungling bevy of bi-camerans grudgingly agreed to throw a few billion dollars at the shamelessly broken veterans’ care debacle and, well ummm, what am I forgetting?…oh, yeah, agreeing to sue the President, the members of the 113th Congress are taking a completely…

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