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Trumpians (no masks) of sorts with lots of money, lots of “toys”-cars, trucks, RVs and boats-so to speak. They have a big family. They invited us to see their...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/954464"><title>Here Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/954464</link><description>Four days ago a deer that must have been shot on a beer by property died in our yard. The vultures have been busy devouring it. Yesterday only some meat, the hide and skeleton remained. They’re back today. Eventually, it’ll all be gone.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/890556"><title>Radio Shangri-La</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/890556</link><description>How does Bhutan’s New Media illustrate The concept of cultural globalizati To our delight one of our guest speakers spoke on her novel, Radio Shangri-La and her experiences working in Bhutan with Kuzzo FM Radio there in the previously isolated and magical land of prayer flags and smiles. The...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/858498"><title>Tea Time for the Balti</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/858498</link><description>A Higher Calling By Jannet Gregory As soon as I picked up Three Cups of Tea the first glance at the text nabbed me and got my interest. This true story by Greg Mortenson was new to me, but reminiscent of other humanitarian missions that have inspired me. The mention of Afghanistan and Pakistan...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/830612"><title>Did I tell you tell you...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/830612</link><description>the story about when I forgot a bouquet at this hotel once and called the night manager to see if I could pick them up on my way back from LA. H e looked around and said yes they were there behind the desk in a safe place and that I could stop by any time and get them. So around midnight I did...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/825753"><title>Lost and Found</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/825753</link><description>Long has man dealt with temptation and warding off evil, illustrated very differently by Ray Bradbury in his 20th Century story the Veldt in comparison to Nathaniel Hawthorne’s tale written in the 1800’s. Through the eyes of the character Young Goodman Brown Hawthorn explores the challenge folk...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/820707"><title>Only Hope</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/820707</link><description>“Can love change the history of the world? It is my belief that can and does.” We may just get what we ask for, so as some say...be careful what you ask for. What our greedy selves may desire could be exactly what we don’t need or truly want in the long run; rather what we love is what we get. Be...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/820550"><title>Mission Band-Aid/An Independent Study</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ukie9860/820550</link><description>An African Proverb states, “The man who beats the drum doesn’t know how far the sound goes.” As a mother or five I was too busy bringing the children up, educating them, housekeeping, running a business, volunteering and wearing the pants that I knew I marching to a different drummer and stayed...</description></item></rdf:RDF>