To quote the old Mickey and Sylvia song, "Love is strange." There is no ordinary on that carousel, and sometimes you need to jump off before the music ends. That's how it was for one summer entanglement that I had in Boston.
Sally
CIA
OK. This is it. Yesterday fellow blogger Mason Bushell, and I discussed writing stories about throwing verbal bombs. If you are out there pardner come on out and meet me in the street... I'm calling' ya out! Reach for that keyboard!
Flashback Friday – The Great Race
We did not hop trains; it was much too dangerous.
Sabbatical
The glow from a candle in the window was the only thing marking the cabin as occupied
REO
Spinney, a dedicated deacon in his church, took the old testament injunction to heart: “You shall not muzzle an ox while it treads out the grain.”
The Bevel Gauge
We are a society that prefers things square, plumb and regular. But life isn't that neat
Facebook Endings
Endings can be full of angst or be quiet fadeaways.
Wind on the Water
The water has much to say, but I am not always listening or capable of hearing what it has to tell me.
The Desk
We visited a cluttered tool store: Captain Tinkham's Emporium. The store is a sort of tool Mecca for woodworkers. Looking for a set pf feathering planes for fairing out lapstrake planking? Try the Captain's.
Present Arms!
His routine was to present them in a lineup first thing in the morning as I got up to make coffee and feed him. He would sit at the end of the line, chest out, immeasurably proud of the body count. You could almost hear the crisp tones of "Present Arms!"
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