Monthly Archives: October 2013

Truco o Tratar

Years ago, my wife and I lived in Houston Texas.  Well, not in it, but near it.  We were in a rural area on the south side where Harris County and Fort Bend County met, in a little town called … Continue reading

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The Power Of One

I was sitting here reviewing my stats and history the other day and was musing about the glacial speed at which my two blogs are progressing.  Although I wish I was reaching more readers, it is not surprising that I … Continue reading

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Requiem

Originally posted on oldmainer:
A few years ago, we moved back to a little town in southern Maine, not too far from the old mill towns of Lewiston and Auburn.  I have visited the area often and am fascinated by the old…

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Small World

Originally posted on oldmainer:
Seven hundred and sixty two feet from corner to corner.  From the huge old elm tree in Dr. Rooney’s front yard on one end, to the lamppost that sat outside my bedroom window on the other.…

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At What Cost

There is a fine line between being cheap and being thrifty.  Ask my wife and she will tell you that I am driving in the left lane.  Of course, I couldn’t agree less.  To me, it’s just a matter of … Continue reading

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You’re Kidding, Right??

Back in 1990 the Federal Government seized the Mustang Ranch brothel in Nevada for tax evasion, and, as required by law, tried to run it.  They failed and it closed.  Now we are entrusting the economy of our country, our … Continue reading

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Mr Lynch

Richard moved quickly down the dark sidewalk, carrying his bag of candy, collected from several houses on his block.  It was Halloween, and as with any nine year old, he was on a mission to hit as many houses as … Continue reading

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