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The only sin is quitting.
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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:
More vacation - in These titles mean nothing.
I should go back and see where I left off last time... but that would require closing this window and opening another and that seems like work and I am on vacation - remember? I continue to do n...
Vacation!! in These titles mean nothing.
It's Friday morning, about a quarter to eight and I'm home at the kitchen table. Gracie is at the door wanting in. So she can then be at the door wanting out. That's a dog for you. The man ca...
Bees.... in These titles mean nothing.
When I came home today the swarm of bees had moved onto the Pea tree. We've had this happen before but we've never really done anything about them. Eventually they disappear. Today I thou...
Survivors....added to... in These titles mean nothing.
I don't have much in the way of flowers anymore. Various reasons. Lack of time. Lack of interest. Lack of bending over. But a few manage to keep coming back. Here's a few pics: Tue...
For the record... in These titles mean nothing.
It's a beautiful day but that's not what I'm writing about. I'm writing about my life improvements/resolutions/renunciations, etc. etc. On January 1, 2013, I began writing daily in 750words.com...
Six words about.... in These titles mean nothing.
I hear a Bob Seger song. or Volney hill is shorter but steeper. Someone thought this was my picture. or Always a good year for Corvettes. ----- Now you try.
View from Ellis Island.... in These titles mean nothing.
This obviously isn't my picture. It's from here. And here's a blog with a lot of interesting NYC pics.
More of me.... in These titles mean nothing.
I'm not driving. I'm preparing to be towed. Not too far Just across the driveway and down toward the machine shed where the tractor will be closer to the battery charger. This is my fatheri...
Old men.... in These titles mean nothing.
Writer David McCullough is 81. When he made these 60 Minutes segments he was 79. Both he and Morley Safer, who is now 82 and was then 80, are old men. But watch them. Watch the vitality i...
Coverup in These titles mean nothing.
Sometimes I feel the need to write something - to put an entry up because the current one is embarrassing for some reason. I generally have more to say on weekends. And more time to say it ...
A short story in These titles mean nothing.
http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2001/02/19/what-is-remembered?utmsource=tny&utmcampaign=generalsocial&utmmedium=facebook&mbid=socialfacebook I read this in 2001, when it was first ...
Some morning words... in These titles mean nothing.
Last night after work I went to town. In order of occurrence: got can money at can place. Fifteen dollars and change. Place smells and is full of cans. At the end of the day. But they pai...
The man....well two of them.... in These titles mean nothing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJvCzL_DnHY
