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"The Sparrow" was published in 1996, fourteen years ago and I just finished reading this spectacular novel, by Mary Doria Russell, a few days ago, but that is not what I want to write about. I just read that the now average rate of interest on bank cards is 18%. I am so glad that my federal government had stepped in to address the issue of ( Read more... ) -
us
It's "by the people for the people" not by the corporations for the corporations. Supreme court injustices. -
Foxes in the hen house
Some one needs to take Fox News down, they must be linked with (............) fill in the blank. -
worry
There is no need to worry or be concerned. There are no important decisions that need to be made at the present time and therefore there nothing to worry about. So go about your lives as normal and know that some one has made all the important decisions for you and that, at the moment, there is nothing to worry about at all, I repeat there is ( Read more... ) -
observations
I suddenly realized that i'd never be thirty-five again. -
Goodbye
We recently buried my mother-in-law, Evalyn L. Ayer, she was ninety-four years old. Spirited and feisty at the start of the summer. She attended several games at the Collage World Series there in Omaha Nebraska; reigned royal at the Lyons high school alumni banquet in May, waving like the crowned queen that she was; she rode in regal style in a ( Read more... ) -
change
Computers are doing to books, what books did to the scroll, and what the scroll did to clay tablets and what clay tablets did to the human voice. -
At this moment
Like Alice I have fallen into a hole, a gaping, black hole of fear and loathing for humanity. I tire of the selfish right and the liberal left, of do gooders and do-badders, of greed and apathy, of rapacious destruction and slothful indulgences. I tire of crumbling jobs and crumbling infastructure, of crumbling morals and blighted houses ( Read more... ) -
The month of June
I want June back: She is an empty month, cold, desolate like an Arctic winter or a Sargasso sea where the things we love are lost forever. June, the sixth month, the turn to summer, the loss of a daughter and grandson in that lifeless sea of time, the icy Artic of my heart ( Read more... ) -
sin
Repent now.