#19-Yellowstone Journals
The week before friends were taking me to Yellowstone National Park I was weed-eating along the front fence and nearly put my left eye out. A rock kicked up and under my glasses and bounced off the bridge of my…
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The week before friends were taking me to Yellowstone National Park I was weed-eating along the front fence and nearly put my left eye out. A rock kicked up and under my glasses and bounced off the bridge of my…
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We still called it Decoration Day when I was a kid. It was a day of remembrance for my family. We’d pack a picnic lunch and go to the cemetery to weed around the graves and then we’d leave fresh-picked…
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Lest you think I don’t believe in love, let me tell you about my grandparents… Given that my first two posts went from serious to worse you might think that I’ve never seen love. You would be mistaken. And that’s…
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