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Perhaps

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Perhaps I'm just being overly testy due to pain. I occasionally like to take a day without pain meds to test my status. I did. Not good. I fear a wheelchair in my future. I will not bend or yield to it. Keep on trucking, as they say.

Saving America - one bad idea at a time

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I sometimes find myself steeped in surprise over the changes that have occurred. Just in my fifty five years of living in small town America, in small town New England, I have seen the pace quicken, the quiet expire and the quest for, "little of your needs and all of your wants" take center stage. Classes in Mindfulness Meditation are being taught in hospitals and in churches to help dispel the clatter in our heads. Serenely soaking in the beauty of rocks and fields and woods requires that we do so with a gun, or a four-wheeler or snowmobile. Where's Walden? It is the cost and the growth of things that most amaze me. In 1967, my small town had one police cruiser and one full time officer. The cruiser also doubled as the ambulance. Move forward to 2010 and it's like going from Mayberry to Hill Street Blues. Can anybody say S.W.A.T.? In High School we all drove jalopy's. Today's kids parks their cars in the school lot looking like Fortune 500 executives. To

Mark Linkous Sparklehorse RIP TRIBUTE

Mark Linkous Sparklehorse RIP TRIBUTE

Time, time, time...is on my side

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I decided to take a walk today through an area of woods and marsh that I often traversed as a boy. I wandered the pathways and crossed over the river walking through places that once captivated the time and imagination of many young boys. As is often the case, things appeared much smaller than what memory captured. I walked out upon an area encapsulated by river on the one side and bordered by a canal on the other. These stairs (pictured above) come out of the ground and they stand there encircled by a few apple trees that are now close to being dead. Although untended or pruned for several generations, the trees once grew wormy green and red apples that fed birds and deer while providing boyhood friends with playful ammunition to throw at one another. The hurricane of 1938 devastated much of this area with flooding and downed trees. The remnants of factory foundations can still be seen among the overgrown weeds and trees. It is now a part of a large flood management area with dams tha