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Write Again… A part of the Long Blue Line
It was a long, hard trip. I mean long. From Little Washington to Canton, in a bumpy bus, in 1956, was a long, long trip. ...
It was a long, hard trip. I mean long. From Little Washington to Canton, in a bumpy bus, in 1956, was a long, long trip. ...
“What’s in a name?” asked Shakespeare. Well, actually his boy Romeo did the asking. But old Will put him up to it. You know what ...
“Once upon a time…” A dear friend of mine once said those four words were the most captivating a child might hear. Well, certainly the ...
Something there is, about the word “conspiracy”, and the concept of it, that has held attraction for some, far moreso than others, through the years. ...
We have a holiday coming up, friends, as if you didn’t know. Memorial Day. Always the last Monday in May, but you know that. What ...
“The Golden Age of Piracy” Such a clever, colorful description of a time in Colonial America. A good marketing ploy, for sure, to foster tourism. ...
Good morning, friends. Now, I know it’s probably not morning when many of you receive your paper. However, since I do most of my weekly ...
Among the good memories, sweet memories, I have of long ago times, are the years I was track and field coach at Washington High School. ...
Now, folks, it’s not that I am exactly a “news junkie,” but I do keep up with national and international events. This I do by ...
The name Olivia Dabrowska is, quite probably, unfamiliar to you. It certainly was to me. You see, as a child stress some years ago, she ...