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I realize I should write more, but events and fatigue conspire against my poor journal. I write so much on a regular basis, that I often don't feel likie it when I get to my journal - which is very often late ( Read more... )

Hey, check out Doug Winkel, drama teacher at Shepaug Valley H.S. in Connecticut directing "The Miracle Worker"...

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When I go back to the High School next month ( Read more... )

So there I was in the folks' house, only it seemed like nobody had been there in years, all abandoned but the beds are all made and such with things in the cupboards and clothes in the closet, and suddenly I'm driving, only the road has disappeared and I'm driving through piles of rocks and sand and mud, but I keep on going. Then I'm at the ( Read more... )

The littlest lifeguard.

Homeward bound went like this - we were running out of time due to having to be back for sermon study time on the 14th. I had also promised my friend Paul an evening in the wake of his father's passing. Rounding up Lori's relatives proved to be more challenging and time consuming than the promised Family Reunion which never materialised, so we had ( Read more... )

Home. 17 Hotel nights later.


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"Oh give me land, lots of land 'neath the starry skies above. Don't fence me in."
That's from a cowboy song protesting the conversion of more and more open prairie land to
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We said goodbye to Fargo and journeyed west to Jamestown - through the wide open prairie - the former home of the buffalo and the favorite northern hunting grounds of the Mandan and Sioux. We visited with still more Moos relatives, and then drove the isolated dirt roads for several miles out to Medina - a place which is literally in the middle of ( Read more... )