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Poet’s Corner
I am Weary of Your Hate I am weary of your hate right or wrong no longer matters I do not care why you hate or if you have cause perhaps you are justified and no court in the nation would condemn you but nevertheless I am weary of your hate we step over…
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Public Square
Ybor City Museum State Park This is where I was supposed to have been born; my parents were living here when my maternal grandfather passed away, and my Mother flew to Columbus, Ohio, for the funeral. While there, she went into labor and I was delivered at The Ohio State University, instead — apparently…
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Action
National Human Trafficking Hotline Usually, when we stop for take-out, Kate goes inside to order and or pick-up the food; but this stop, at a restaurant we have frequented before, fell on me. After ordering and paying for our food, I stepped aside from the busy counter, as the restaurant would soon be closing, and…
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In the Wild!
One of Hemingway’s Cat We toured Ernest Hemingway’s house, in Key West, Florida, many years ago; not on our first visit to the Keys, in 1991, but on one of many return visits with a little extra money, to cover the price of admission. Not all stops that we make would I recommend,…
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Art
To love a painting is to feel that this presence is… not an object but a voice. ~ Andre Malraux ~ The Washington Family by Edward Savage In honor of our Nation’s birthday, I wish you a Happy 4th of July and I share with you a portrait of our first, First Family! One of…
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From the Editor
My Love Language Lindette, Marcial, and Kate I must start this by saying that I am missing at least a photograph or two, that I will add before long, to this essay. The missing photographs are of a gift, given to me by my dear friend Linda (Lindette). How dear a friend is Linda? Among…
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Nature
The Topiary Garden This garden in Columbus, Ohio, depicts Georges Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon On the Ile De La Grande Jatte. I love not only the idea for this unique garden, but also its execution; I hope you find a bit of inspiration, for your own garden — I know I left here with…
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Perfect Postcards
Souvenir de Dunkerque I found this collection of post cards in an old book; I imagine that they were purchased as memento of the person’s trip, and not necessarily to send to friends and family, based on the fact that there are various views of Dunkirk, France. The back of the cards…
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A View From the Road
He is Waiting for You? I saw this well dressed man, sitting, at a park, near a beach in mid-Florida, without the slightest ounce of pretense. He did not have an animal he was walking or waiting on, there was no newspaper or book or even a journal, to make him looke otherwise engaged,…
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Food
Fried Chicken My Mother, and her mother before her, both had a knack for frying chicken; a Sunday dinner favorite. The first time I made fried chicken was when I was in junior high school, and my Home Economics teacher introduced me to buttermilk battered chicken. I was fascinated by the entire process and as…
