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Monday, May 22, 2017

It's the money, stupid...

Perhaps this political year is no crazier than earlier ones, but it seems much worse to me. I am thankful the stress level has gone down since Air Force One went wheels up and the White House entourage headed way east a few days ago With no hostile tweets to re-hash the anxiety vibes broadcast by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 20, 2017

Whistling Past the Graveyard

My son lives across from the Sunset Hills Cemetery. ( “Sunset Hills:” isn’t that a fantastic name for a cemetery?) It was no doubt coincidental, set up as it was on high ground to the west of the town of Mundane. Any driver on that roadway in the late afternoon rush hour gets a blinding display of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 19, 2017

WYOS: OMG

I haven’t written much about a regular at The Center who’s been coming to Tuesday lunch and bingo for the past year or so. Abdel recently moved here when his wife was transferred – he says she still works, but he is retired. Abdel’s home country is Tunisia. He tells me in his heavy accent he was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Gone (first draft)

Rosie loved her job in the Humanities Department. She loved the teachers for whom she ordered textbooks each semester, the students who came to her reception desk with questions. Teachers, she thought, especially the newbies who come here so full of hope and dedication to the cause of bringing the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Not "The Green, Green Grass of Home"

Remember that old, old country ballad? First sung by Porter Waggoner and later by Tom Jones. “Green Green Grass of Home” grabs you by the heartstrings. The following true story from the Salkum Anthology could be the basis for a sweet, sad country song. The MHS Class of ’53 graduated on May 29. There... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Spoon River Anthology

Edgar Lee Masters wrote this elegiac tribute to folks in the Spoon River cemetery many long years ago. So long ago that Jean Newton, teacher of English Lit and History at dear old Mossyrock, did her best to teach the Class of ’53 about it. According to Wikipedia, Masters died in 1950 – and at that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 15, 2017

Mystery Gift

Sunday, Mother’s Day, after I got home from breakfast with my boys, I decided it is time to get the chairs set up on my shady front porch. Two reside there in all seasons, but the other two shelter in the garage over the winter. I got out my spray cleaner and wiped down the porch chairs, then... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 14, 2017

Auntie on Mother’s Day

When I was in grade school, 8 or 9 years old, we made things in art class for our moms for Mother’s Day. I remember bright construction paper, scissors and crayons, maybe some paints and brushes. We’d make cards with hearts and flowers: do some lettering on the inside, and proudly take our offerings... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 13, 2017

Congrats to the Grad

When I opened my mailbox Friday afternoon amongst the usual ads, flyers and crap mail was a square-ish envelope from my granddaughter, addressed to Grandma Pat. How sweet, I thought, a mother’s day card. Wrong! Turns out, it was a graduation announcement. Her son Dawson will be my second... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 12, 2017

Can You Hear Me Now???

Six writers gathered around the conference table had begun tucking their notebooks into tote bags at the end of the session. Sandy asked if anyone else was interested in lunch. Ebbie said she had already made lunch plans, but Linda and Victoria were up for it. Brenda said she had packing to do for... Sign in to see full entry.

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