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Thank Full At Thanksgiving
We Americans, we fors and againsts, we have and have nots, we the so-many-of-us, we spend the whole year as neighbors in America, often with little in common, and then comes November, and our
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Live Oaks And Wounded Souls
Susan Boyd and her husband, Blake, had a life, and it was normal, and then came a symptom. Tests and biopsies and scans – the nervous knot in the stomach – many of
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The Social Immune System Of America
My childhood tragedies, wasp stings, fire ant bites, I’d get more sympathy from my mother. My grandmother – not much. She’d had decades of life, like it used to be, before my dainty baby
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The 1950s
Donald Trump’s campaign slogan was Make America Great Again. Again like when, he was asked. The good ole ‘80’s Reagan years? Nope, Trump was thinking about the ‘50’s. A Trip To The WWII Museum
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The Obituary of Sears
Towards dusk, going to the local mall, I park where I’ve always parked, on the Sear’s side. Something didn’t look right. The glass doors were there, the lights were on, but inside, a store
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Friday Night Football: Small School Version
Doing the where-you-froms with a stranger, tell him my roots are in a little town called Oberlin. He says “Hoyle Granger! I played against him.” “How’d that work out for you?” “Ankles ‘n shoelaces.
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Tall Tales From A Picker
Gassing up in Texas, I notice this pickup up-to-here with junk. Here comes the guy. “Admiring your load,” I say. “Man, I got barns full.” Two kinds of people in my business: dabblers,
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Pearls Cast Before Swine
Love is a pearl. Other nice words too: friendship, loyalty, good intentions and sincerity, patience, and second chances beyond the count. Unselfishness is a pearl. By the act we acknowledge
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Jimmy Carter: Our Greatest Ex-President
Let’s Begin Our Story With A Public Humiliation Defeating an incumbent president is hard to do. One term presidents include such duds as Taft, Van Buren, and Hoover, but the list is small. On
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My Father’s Last Supper
Diagnosed in September, made it through Thanksgiving, made it through Christmas, one last New Year, for a 1929 model, we were near my father’s end. I knew. Did he know? What the
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