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

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Friday, July 26, 2024

EXERCISE TIP

WE MUST! WE MUST! WE MUST INCREASE OUR BUST! It was the spring of 1952, a month before school would be out for the summer. In the locker room after gym class, Billye W. was telling the girls in her clique about the new bust-increasing exercise she'd learned. It was true, as she pointed out, her own... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 25, 2024

NO THANK YOU, cont'd

When the bus pulled into a depot on the edge of the city Elizabeth had chosen as her destination, she stepped off the bus, claimed her backpack and stopped by the lunch counter. The Greyhound depot was at the end of a block, and she'd noticed the buildings were stacked right next to one another,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 24, 2024

NO THANK YOU, cont'd

A recent upset has distracted this writer from continuing the story of Elizabeth, her rejection of family and hitting the road, thinking things would be beautiful. Readers who commented are right on track - the girl thinks she's free after she jumps on a Greyhound bus with $300 and a vague plan. Of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 22, 2024

NO THANK YOU, cont'd

Elizabeth would have been getting ready for bed if she'd been home. She should have been drowsy and tired, sitting there in the Greyhound bus station. But she was alert, energized and eager for the first step in her escape. She had a ticket for Portland. In case her folks tried to find her, they'd... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 21, 2024

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch...

Hackers. Scammers. The A-holes who invade your digital world and make your life a living hell. Yep. I'm talkin' about the creeps who conned me out of $500 before I realized they weren't a security company but the very slimy b*stards that security companies, the FBI and others go after. Thanks to my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, July 18, 2024

NO THANK YOU, cont'd

For one thing, Elizabeth wanted to go back to school. Her parents had made her quit at the end of 7th grade so she could work on the farm and save the cost of one hired hand. She loved school and resented them, but had been raised under the old adage: "Children are to be seen and not heard." And so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 17, 2024

No Thank You.

Elizabeth, at fifteen, was of marriageable age, and well-trained by her mother in the household arts: cooking, sewing, minding the young'uns, cleaning up, and hospitality. She could smile and nod when a ranch hand explained something to her that she already knew, and never talked back to her papa.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 16, 2024

PS

Since I posted this morning, th e region has been under heavy storm warnings, flood advisories, tornado warnings, highway closures due to flash floods, the threat of a dam breaking and being overtopped in the next county, and several inches of rain, wind and thunder. Getting that pile of scrap... Sign in to see full entry.

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UNLESS IT RAINS

Yesterday, around 2:00 in the afternoon, Ryan knocked on my door. He's the one who rebuilt my back staircase and deck a couple of weeks ago. The deal was he'd replace all the weathered and weakened boards, handrails and ballisters, and haul away the scraps and discards. He said he'd be back to pick... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, July 15, 2024

CROSSED WIRES

The summer I was thirteen, sis was ten and little bro was eight, Mom signed us up for Vacation Bible School at the congregational church in Salkum. The church bus picked us up bright and early, we sang some songs and were divided into several classes for study. I'd been hearing quotes from the Good... Sign in to see full entry.

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