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My road to the hippie lifestyle started when I was in junior high. At that time my road was just an deer trail in the woods. The superhighway came later. My mom played Simon and Garfunkel and Joan Baez, too. We watched Hootenanny on TV and I loved the New Christy Minstrels, the Chad Mitchell…
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Mosquito Abatement, Volunteer Watermelons and Monsoon It’s September 1st tomorrow, thank God, because August seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace. I thought it would never end. Finally it’s ending. August was too humid and rainy and then too hot and miserable. The mosquitoes were out in force, and the little buggers are so…
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In 1983 I took a trip to France, England and Wales with some friends. We went to Paris and met up with an acquaintance of mine who lived in Rueil Malmaison outside of Paris. We stayed on the Ile de La Cité for a couple of nights in a very old hotel and then we…
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This is where things literally and figuratively go really south. On the border between Mexico and Belize at the Hondo River we stop because we have to and the border crossing guard says welcome, checks everything, and then asks do you have car insurance? Oh yes, we say. We got it in Cancun, and the…
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My Horror Journey to Belize Part 1 The year must have been 1975 plus or minus. Here’s what I was thinking: Belize is a good vacation destination because it’s an English speaking country and it’s exotic. Don’t forget it used to be British Honduras. Belize also has the largest barrier reef in Western Hemisphere and…
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Highlights from my trip to Baja California Sud I was becoming more and more concerned about the direction that our country was going in when I got an invitation to visit Baja. I had airline miles accrued enough to get there and back and they were offering free accommodation, so I jumped at the chance.…
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Here’s a piece of writing that I find particularly relevant. “We are often called “the elderly,” but that quiet label hides a truth most people rarely pause to consider: we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists. If you look closely, you might notice gray hair, slower steps, or the…
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I saw this article in the New York Times and I thought it was worth reposting. Just so ya know I changed a word to make it more right for me. I like the term “elder” instead of “elderly”. The author used the word “elderly”. I think the word “elder” is more dignified. So, here…
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What can I say about high school? For some people it’s the best time of their lives to be looked back on in future times with great longing. For others it’s an extension of that twilight zone that is junior high where adjustment to life escapes you and you’re mired in confusion. Which one was…
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An excerpt from Just Walk Away – a memoir of growing up in Iowa In Junior High everything changed. I went from a largely contented child to a mostly discontented child. How could this happen? There was no particular line of demarcation between 6th grade and 7th grade and yet there it was. A journey…