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Thursday, December 11, 2025

A Dish Served Cold

Candy sat at the foot of a tree along the trail where her prey often walked. She'd been there several times lately, marking the times he passed by. His routine was fairly steady, and his habit of talking on his cell phone as he walked made it easy for her to step back under the cover of some... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Cincinnati, WKRP

That theme song just took over the earworm job in my mind. "Baby, if you've ever wondered, wondered what ever became of me... I'm livin' on the air in Cincinnati, Cincinnati, WKRP." Loved that sitcom. What a fabulous balance of characters and story lines. Herb, who provided the on-the-spot coverage... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 8, 2025

Something to Keep in Mind

We all began as gazillion-year-old stardust. We're not new here. Sign in to see full entry.

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Early Resolution

I resolve to avoid grim and depressing news or making comments about things the Clown in Chief says or does - his thoughtless insults, petty opinions, etc. Fogedaboudit! Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 6, 2025

Irony

In a plot twist I didn't see coming, some sports organization awarded the chief architect of chaos and discord a peace prize. Duh! Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 5, 2025

Old Song Lyrics (Sweet Violets)

"There once was a farmer who took a young miss Out back of the barn where he gave her a Lecture on horses and chickens and eggs And told her that she had such beautiful Manners as suited a girl of her charms, A girl that he wanted to take in his Washing and ironing and then if she did They could get... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 3, 2025

A Kindness

Seattle - Capitol Hill - 1997 The AIDS crisis came to life in the mid 1980s and devastated the gay community. It terrified others, too because scientists had not yet discovered where the HIV virus originated. During that decade and until knowledge was gained, people were afraid of any intimate... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 1, 2025

Looking Back:

January 1953, the western slope of the Cascade mountain range in Washington State. There was a record snowfall: well over 3 feet at lower elevations and even more high up the mountainsides and in the passes. The snow closed both White Pass and Snoqualmie, the two east-west major highways that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Remember Elvis? Here's a bit of one of his:

"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time. You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, cryin' all the time. You ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine." Weird what comes into your mind as you put on your wool socks and tie your shoes. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 29, 2025

Something Mother Used to Sing

"I don't want to play in your yard, I don't like you anymore. You'll be sorry when you see me Sliding down our cellar door. You can't holler down our rain barrel, Shinny up the apple tree. I don't want to play in your yard, Cause you won't be nice to me." Sign in to see full entry.

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