Monthly Archives: July 2013

FULL OF NAUGHT

Walking along the asphalt path that takes me through the live oak trees — walking just before the sun comes up and no one else  seems to be — I venture from my threshold and take the way I always … Continue reading

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GEARS

The other morning I was awakened at 4 a. m. with gears on my mind: big gears, taller than a man — little gears, nearly unseeable.   I thought of the ratio of gears — how different sizes mesh their … Continue reading

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SUPERLATIVES

Maybe he should still his penchant for superlatives.   Maybe he gets on your nerves with so many.   But when he goes walking to take in the day’s commencement he can hardly help himself.   At least know that … Continue reading

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THE MAN

There were a few people meandering around, but the ambient sound seemed not to intrude. I was talking to a man whom I had heard about. I was surprised, because he was well known and I did not think that … Continue reading

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GLIDING AND RHYMING

One of the things I like to do is glide. I did that once in a glider and many times while sailing.   I  thought my days of gliding were over until I bought my tricycle. When the wind is … Continue reading

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IT’S SILLY

It is silly, I know and perhaps it is stupid — but I do it often and have done so since I passed eighty-five some time ago.   I turn to the obituary page and look for ages. There are … Continue reading

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MYSTERIES IN THE KITCHEN

When I am cooking chicken I seldom ponder the question: ”Which came first the chicken or the egg?”   Nor do I mull over that question when working on sunny-side-ups in the frying pan.   But I’ve had times when … Continue reading

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Survivor’s Guilt

Many of us who have the good fortune of growing old are familiar with survivor’s guilt.   We watch the news on television or read it in newspapers and temporarily we may feel concern.     We may consider ourselves … Continue reading

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SWINGS

Here where the old folks live there are plenty of trees around.   The trees abound but none I’ve found with swings.   There are so many with excellent horizontal  limbs begging for ropes to hang from them.   I’d … Continue reading

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JUST ANOTHER SUNRISE

I watched it begin its dawn work.   Today, just before its coming it embroidered the edges of some gray clouds  with a fringe of gold.   But the gold did not hold and turned silver.   Then the sun … Continue reading

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