I am in here.
Buck has put two boxes of my writings on the dining room table downstairs. I haven’t been down yet, not being a very morning sort of person, and my down-going may be delayed by the two mysterious boxes. Well, mostly by their content. You see, Buck, being a very loving husband, has collected every scrap … Continue reading The boxes on the table
Letters to Mr. President… A Place Under the Sun (Harpers.org) In our local paper of February 1, 2004, I read an article about the plans of the U.S. government to build a space station on the moon. For me this is more than just an ordinary piece of news, because I am the owner of … Continue reading Words of One Syllable Dept.
Being 2 weeks sober (cheers in the background), I can appreciate this lovely September morning, even though I still feel wobbly on my legs. What’s up anywhere? Of course, the snowball in hell melted as quickly as I’d expected it to. But I should not gloat; I am a mere B-list blogger, if that. I … Continue reading September mornings
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