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After leaving home, I hitched, hiked, and moved about with abandon.
For a while, in graduate school, I dated a surgical resident. It made a sort of sense; I had years in the operating room; she was an MD on a surgical residency; we could talk shop.
I was frequently the recipient of lectures from my father-in-law - the Cap'n.
There was nothing actually radical about most of us living at the Folkie Palace. Left-Wing, sure. While most of us were self-described as Anarchists, many argued that the description had more to do with our lifestyle than with actual political intent.
This post is about the USS Constitution's sails. But there is a bit of a story that precedes it.
I am jumping the gun on this by week or so, but this Trout Lily blossomed last year nit too far from this date.
My friend Bill had a saying, "you need the patience of stones to see real change in people."
In posts I've described the early New England Spring, but here is a video of the experience:
I remembered back to my own Navy days. And recalling the old rubric that "if it moves - salute it. If it doesn't paint it,"
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