I like the way a familiar scent in just the right context can evoke a long forgotten memory and transport me back to another …
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Bob’s Journal
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Last weekend I got to go trout fishing on the river. Well, that is to say I expected to go trout fishing but the …
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Last night’s snow looked like spray-on flock, the kind you can buy at Christmas to add a wintry touch to decorations. But it had …
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Water had furrowed the rocks the way time etches an old man’s face. The flow was steady, patient, and the water had clearly expended …
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March, cruelest of months Teases with warmth, buds, blooms Scorns with sleet, snow, wind. Jonquils, maples, forsythia smile When the days reach sixty or …
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In the days before America lost its innocence, And before Blackberry, PC, PS2 and Wii, When the world seemed young and fresh War a …
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Even when his arthritis got so bad he could hardly walk, he still liked to pilot the jon boat we used to fish the …
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There is not much about playing golf that I dislike. Except, of course, for double-bogeys, water hazards and sand. I like sand on the …
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A long time ago, when I was in grade school, the greatest honor that could be bestowed upon a fifth grade male was to …
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There are some things I will probably never understand no matter how much information I have on the matter. Like which button is supposed …