Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Solitaire, stories, etc...

Sometimes (often) as I click the plays on computer solitaire, the back of my mind slips into another place. Sometimes a story comes to mind. Sometimes I imagine the plays - a queen of hearts is moved onto the king of clubs, and this is followed by the jack of spaces, etc. A lovely woman falls for a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 23, 2025

Pop-Up Ad

Today, a couple hours ago, I got a message from the Universe - a pop-up ad on my FB page with three words in Spanish: "no estas solo." I had a hunch what it meant, and Google confirmed. It was "You are not alone." Peace. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 22, 2025

Math Challenged

Freshman year was tough at times. The toughest challenge was Algebra. Other classes -- history, geography, English literature and home economics were interesting. But algebra was pure hell. I just couldn't make any sense of it. The freshman algebra teacher was Lawrence Deacon, who was also the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 20, 2025

Harlan's Daddy

It was the summer between sophomore and junior year, June, when the strawberries ripen, and Mom had signed us up to pick berries at a commercial farm in the valley. We were paid a nickel a quart for our labor, which involved crawling along the rows, picking the berries that were just at the right... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Foggy Morning

When I lived in Seattle, a city of steep hills that faces Puget Sound -- Elliott Bay -- and on clear mornings there's a view of the Coastal mountain range in the distance, we often woke up to the sound of foghorns. Ocean-going ships, freighters or cruise ships, are towed up to their berths by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2025

Here 'tis

The only thing worse than a pedophile who lures or overpowers a child for his own momentary pleasure is a pedophile who gets away with it. They should all rot in hell. And in the case of the Epstein scandal - the conspiracies went far beyond nasty party games and abuse to financial crimes and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 17, 2025

What Next? -- (political opinion)

I've been so disturbed and depressed by the actions of our chief executive and all the chaos he generates I went into a deep funk; even had nightmares about the time more than sixty years ago when I fought to escape a brutal, abusive husband. The daily news of his assaults on the rule of law is not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 15, 2025

Fragment of a dream...

"You seen John lately?" April asked. "As a matter of fact, I saw him yestiddy, but o'course he din't see me." "How'd 'e seem?" "Busy sweepin' the sidewalk in front of his hardware store, that neighborhood on the fringe of downtown. Wearin' a sweater vest over a blue chambray work shirt and tie, pair... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 13, 2025

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

Yesterday in Wally World, possibly in the coffee aisle, I noticed a veteran wearing a hat with the name of his ship and thanked him for serving. I asked if it was an aircraft carrier, because my father had been on the USS Saratoga in WWII. He smiled and said no, his ship was a destroyer. He'd served... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2025

The 20th Class Reunion

Our high school class graduated in 1953, 11 boys and 11 girls. Some of the boys were the sons of farmers and inherited the family farm. Some of the athletes and scholars got scholarships and signed up for college, later to become teachers and coaches. And there were a few of us who came from poor... Sign in to see full entry.

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