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Preface Is it soup yet? Ah, soup! Soup is comforting stuff that makes shoveling snow on a cold winter day bearable. Soup is a wonderful life-sustaining conglomeration of nourishing ingredients that are as diverse as life itself. Soup means many … Continue reading
I’m getting better and I think I’ll try this again. Most of the fog and fuzz are gone, and I’m going to therapy for my leg and my back. when I fell on my head I scrambled the grey matter … Continue reading
Fellow Bloggers, I apologize for being AWOL I had surgery on my low back (L1 -L 5) eighteen days ago and then the fifty-four staples removed ten days ago. I haven’t been able to do much writing with all that going … Continue reading
The following is another product of my random writing exercises. I’ve been thinking a lot about this subject lately. Control seems to be the thing that the younger generation wants more than anything else. Control is power, and power brings … Continue reading
We just moved moved for the umpteenth time, once again to be closer to our family. we only got closer to three fourths of them but at least we are all in the same state for now. I looked back at … Continue reading
By Bill Willson No more carols in the cold winter night, No more trees green, blue or white; No more packages tied up with bows; Christmas has gone wher e’er it goes. We … Continue reading