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The only sin is quitting.
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Haiku for a train trip in These titles mean nothing.
Haiku for a train trip Through the night, bright in the dark Empire Builder choos. Blue and silver thoughts Gather Minnesota stars brought to the city Arch across the night Bridge lights circle ...
Sound is a little rocky... in These titles mean nothing.
.... but you know where you are.
Seatmates? in These titles mean nothing.
I’m taking the train to see the family up north.
It's always pretty... in These titles mean nothing.
.... on the way to LaCrosse. We took the ice cream truck to get windows for Joana’s house. I saw a billboard for a local radio station - Classic Rock =- because your kids’ music sucks.
In front of Fayze's.... in These titles mean nothing.
I absolutely love Corvettes..
More than you want to know / with pictures in These titles mean nothing.
Sunday morning. 9:52 am. I have been up quite a while. I took a nice bath and shampoo and then put my worn clothes back on again. I’m dressed kind of nicely though. From bottom to top: a...
Weekend's coming... in These titles mean nothing.
written by Webb, Jimmy. I am a lineman for the county And I drive the main road Searchin’ in the sun for another overload I hear you singin’ in the wire I can hear you through the whine And the W...
Low light kitties and the view from the deck... in These titles mean nothing.
These are the kittens of the black kitten who came from the power plant. She may or may not have been Stripe Butt’s sister. She is either called Bear (by Katie) or the black cat and was for...
What makes me happy in five minutes... in These titles mean nothing.
2:20 PM A list: Sunshine Yellow leaves Being able to vote New apples Good books Any books Books on tape Elmore Leonard books on tape Friendship Being able to do things A good family Antique dish...
Abortive 750 in These titles mean nothing.
I’m not going to get my words done this morning. Well maybe if I step on it. That’s a phrase I haven’t heard in a long time. Step on it. Put your foot on it. Step on the gas. Floor it. Put ...
750 words, give or take. in These titles mean nothing.
Finally! Three thirty am so I can get up. Sunday nights are not known for sleep. Weekends screw me up. I need a plan. A better one. Maybe exercise? Who the fuck knows. I was up all day Su...
Saturday morning on the deck* in These titles mean nothing.
This is the second week in a row that I’ve had Friday off. I guess I’m transferred back into my original department where there is less work? Doesn’t matter a lot. Less work means less money b...
Wish me luck. in These titles mean nothing.
I’m back to where I started eight or so months ago. Except now I’m older and wiser. Here’s hoping. I just wrote my 750 words. I had flow this morning. It was the kind of thing I might write i...
St. Mark and Father Stedman.... in These titles mean nothing.
I’ve taken to reading the bible. Gospel of Mark. I’m using a nice sturdy little paper back I might have gotten from from my brother. It’s the the New International Version which the Evangelic...
Quotes and videos - expanded a bit in These titles mean nothing.
First quote is from Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God, a novel published in 1937. My paperback copy is heavily marked up. Would be fun to know who read it so carefully before me....
An old school man of the world... in These titles mean nothing.
Family at Twins game last night in These titles mean nothing.
Deb caught a ball in her taco salad bowl.
Funny how you can take the same pictures.... in These titles mean nothing.
..... over and over again. And it’s almost September 4th! How’d we do that? How are you doing on your decluttering? We were supposed to get rid of one thing on the first, two on the second, t...
Stripey Butt in These titles mean nothing.
For September I decided to see if I could post something every day. I was thinking it would be nice to put up a fresh picture every day. So.... I went out and took a bunch of pics of Stripey...
Jesus wept.... in These titles mean nothing.
This is a photo of two IC&E SD40-2s laying over in Bethlehem’s River Yard. The Sands casino now illuminates the dormant stacks of Bethlehem Steel. (from [here)](http://www.railpictures.net/v...
Too rainy to report from the deck.... in These titles mean nothing.
The last few weeks we’ve been having a lot of rain. After a wet spring, a dry summer, looks like a wet fall. Though I generally wish people would stop throwing away summer so early when it is...
Nothing on a Saturday morning toward the end of summer in These titles mean nothing.
Messenger and other chat type places are funny in that what you type there disappears as soon as you close the window. You can set it to save to a history of your chat but to me that is creepy, ...
Krauss and Foer in The Book Book
On my way to and from work I'm listening to a taped version Nicole Krauss's History of Love borrowed from the library. I have a very vague memory of a short story of hers in the New Yorker that...
Stuff.... in These titles mean nothing.
My new car: Quote from Toward the End of Time by John Updike:On Saturday Gloria directed Jeremy and me to dig up the Siberian iris that has flourished on the stony slope behind the two scrawny pe...
More captions than stories.... in Flash
New tattoo. Tasteful. Black on flesh. Disaster can be so pretty, sorry. My father was a careful man. New one:
