Buddy Holly

Last weekend Margie and I saw that there was going to be a Buddy Holly tribute on TV. I hardly watch TV, but thought I would

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I spot a horse ahead, then behind - or - rather - I spot a horse's behind, then it's head; I try to save a shrew; something interesting in the road

I was driving down Nelson when I spotted this horse ahead, wandering about

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Grotto Iona in the rain; the headless chicken dropped by the fox as it ran down Sunrise ahead of my bike

Yesterday, I wrote about the bright, warm, sun of Tuesday, the long days we now savor and the

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The mountain, the haircut; daughter and I embibe in Devil's drink, #2 and other stories from an exquisite day in the magical Season of Light

Afternoon had now slipped into early evening. I was getting no work done at all and I

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I drop Margie off to babysit, then hit the road south: five images from the car, beginning with the train, ending with the patriot scripture quoter

In the evening, as I rolled back into Wasilla, I saw a patriot flying the

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