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Posts published in August 2016

Hungry Deer

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.

Spongebob v. McConnell

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…

Peg Leg Smith

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…

Whistling Past Bankruptcy 

My brother was diagnosed with terminal prostate cancer in December of 2013, the same month he had planned to retire from County employment, having achieved the grand age of 65. Hugh had a law degree…

Learning

"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…

The Last Years of Bud Powell

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…

Letters (Aug 10, 2016)

Blake Morrison's short item, ‘Dad’ last week caused me to be again humbled by the remembrance of mine, Jack Witherell. He was the most loving and accessible father I could imagine having and a man of complete integrity. He was born in Fort Bragg in 1931 and raised on the bluff above Indian Creek in Philo.

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