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Reflections

February 2017
O'Connor

Been Noticing Something Strange Lately

Old Father Time does not give a hoot about cosmetics, Botox, plastic surgery or abs. He washes over them all and wears them down like a river wears down rocks.

Reed
Life Now

Time on Your Hands

I have found the key to defeating boredom as taking quiet time to listen. I ask my question and then just get quiet and let the thoughts flow. When my mind has quieted, the creative thoughts can come through.

Vossler
One More Story...

Old Prayer

In unison, the congregation stood, turned around, and knelt on the floor (knee-cracking time, we called it.) Some old men who could not kneel wrapped their arms about the whorled ends of the pews, clutching them like shipwrecked sailors who have abandoned all hope of ever seeing home again.

January 2017
Ashley
Add One More Day...

As Time Goes By

Oh yes… what brought this all to a frothy head this time was an impromptu luncheon/reunion with long-ago friends and classmates that had me stifling yawns so often I pulled a muscle in my nostril.

Ginther
As I Recall...

My First In-flight Emergency

All I could do was hope he lived through his motion sickness, because I couldn’t park and help him. He was on his own and continued to be very sick. I was no help to my cameraman either. He was now two seconds off of hysterical, but I had to stay focused on the problem.

Johnson

Hobo Lessons

I don't know that I learned anything from a hobo that was really culturally enlightening, but I did learn a few things. I learned to not be too judgmental with people when I didn't know all the facts. I learned that there was good in the worst of us and bad in the best of us, and that I'm not smart enough to correctly rank them on any kind of a scale.

Lawrenzi, Jr.

A Terrified Grandfather

I was a bit apprehensive as I made the 10-minute walk to the church. It was dark and I have this thing about the forces of evil operating in the darkness. Blame that on the Manson trial and some of the other stories I have covered over the years.

McCune
Tunnel Visions

This New Year, A Muffled Drum Roll from Me, For Me, Then a Crescendo of Happiness

I try to tell myself to be realistic, my life is going fine. But the sounds of all these folks beating their own drums and tooting their own horns makes me deaf and discouraged.

Vossler
One More Story...

Blizzard Fun

He dropped his pants and drawers, skinned off his shirt, and while we hooted and hollered, crawled onto the sill, screamed like Tarzan, and jumped. We laughed uproariously, jostling each other for a glimpse of Calvin, a porcelain doll buried up to his armpits, freezing in the snow bank.

December 2016
Ambord

Jake’s First Christmas

We all looked at each other sideways, fearing the worst, and wondering who would be brave enough to see what it was. As it turned out, the mess was Jake’s bed, which he’d destroyed. Left alone for the first time, he must’ve gotten bored, attacked it and left it for dead. We didn’t know then that the bed was not the only casualty.

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