The handicapped woman and the Florida tourist got on the bus in the sleepy Florida Panhandle city of Fort Walton. The one, a dark haired slow-moving woman with a dishabille air, by playing the handicapped…
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When we bought our house and surrounding two acres four years ago, the place was a deer park, the seven dwarf and semi-dwarf apple trees badly mangled by the deer and dying from lack of water. Our first large expenditure was to have a sturdy deer fence installed around the southern three-quarters of an acre with the house as part of that barrier.
I am ready, willing and perfectly able to admit that when it comes to big picture stuff, the machinations of governments and populations and financial markets and such, I do not have even the vaguest…
The Logan Trace is a branch of Daniel Boone's Wilderness Road in central Kentucky. In this context a “trace” is a trail, particularly in a wilderness area. The Logan Trace takes its name from Benjamin…
"Rarely is the question asked, is our children learning?" -- George W Bush Indeed. Is they? Two ways to see this: (1) Hell no, and (2) All Too Well. Consider - historically - the periodic…
Is it a terrible thing to sound old when you are still young? Narratives of artistic development often seek greatness in late style that visionary realm explored as the struggles of the world recedes and…
In Sagamihara, Japan last week, a 26-year-old man stabbed 19 disabled people to death —the worst mass killing in the nation's postwar history. The media focused on why Stoshi Uematsu, who had repeatedly threatened to…
After reading a second Press Democrat article in a month about blue-green algae and dying dogs in the Russian River, Friday evening the Editor sent me an email asking how our river was faring. My…
Jeb was singing to us again — not much of a voice, but sincere — and we liked it. He would come to visit us every morning, sometimes with his partner whose voice was about like his. How we wished for a stereo out there. We would have really enjoyed James Taylor on those hot afternoons.