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The Bridge
The highway 27 bridge on the Catawba River has been my goal since I started paddle boarding at the Whitewater Center a few weeks ago. It’s 1.75 miles from the dock. And then back. It was a great day to be on the… Continue reading
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Guides
We all need a guide. I’m the worst backer-upper. In cars, trucks with trailers, Big Wheels(now I’m dating myself), but I’m just terrible backing up. I guess because I’m a man of progress. Right. So when I have to back out of my… Continue reading
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My Favorite Place
Sandra and I were recently eating out and I commented that it’s my new favorite place. But now I can’t remember where it was. Sad, huh? Just turned 48 but you would think I could remember anything pertaining to food. … Continue reading
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Hard Jobs
Some jobs are hard. And not fun. That’s why the company has a perpetual job posting on LinkedIn and Monster or maybe just a sign on the door. People are quitting all the time. But let’s assume that although the… Continue reading
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You Might Be Blessed, Too
So you already know it’s my birthday. It’s such a momentous occasion, it calls for a 2 post day. I don’t just spend my birthday self-absorbed. I feel a double obligation to please my readers. All 3 of you. … Continue reading
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It’s My Birthday
I get the cake and the presents, but it was my mom who did all the hard work. The morning sickness, the bulging waistline, the months of carrying the extra weight, the fat clothes, the labor pains, THE pain. And if… Continue reading
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Keely, The Graduate
Keely graduated high school Saturday and the following is my prepared speech for her. I’m very proud of her and I’m posting it here so that she’ll never forget. To really know Keely is to really love and admire her. But… Continue reading
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.333
A baseball player can win a batting title hitting .333. He can be the best hitter in baseball and be unsuccessful 2 out 3 times. Will just finished his first season of kid pitch and in his last game he… Continue reading
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Too Many Words
It’s a can of Febreze. It should be as easy as point, spray and sniff. But look at all of the words. What could they possibly be trying to tell me? Or warn me about? Should I really use a… Continue reading
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New Days
I’m not in love with mornings because they symbolize the end of sleep. And I love sleep. But I do love new days. Each new day is a fresh start. A redo. A reboot. Maybe I messed up on my… Continue reading