Month: May 2011

Pocket knife

As far back as I can remember my grandfather Hubert carried an old wooden and brass handled knife in his pocket. Often times I would see him sitting outside widdling a small stick with it ( or scratching at his fingernails ha ha). That pocket knife, sadly, belongs to me now. My grandfather passed away…

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Because they lived.

I was thinking tonight, as I placed an overflowing amount of towels in the washer, how good we really have it. I know, I know, the topic isn’t new, but can you really see yourself washing clothes with a wash-board and pail? Can you really see yourself wringing out pants and shirts until your knuckles…

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Thirteen hundred

It doesn’t seem like it was that long ago that I was writing my ‘800’ post. Thank you for making my blog what it is. Honestly, if the hits weren’t climbing I might not be as inclined to come back and post, albeit slow lately. My second week has past with the local newspaper, still liking my…

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The real world

Well hello there! nice to see you back at my blog again. If you’re scratching your head saying, “I wasn’t here before? Whas you talkin’ about?,” then thanks for taking your first look. I’ve been really busy lately with my workterm at a local paper, been out getting stories and taking pictures. It’s a good…

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Hard sun

EDDIE VEDDER LYRICS – Hard Sun Lyrics When I walk beside her I am the better man when i look to leave her I always stagger back again Once I built an ivory tower so I could worship from above when I climb down to be set free she took me in again CHORUS There’s…

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