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Sarobia: Sanctuary for Human Beings, Birds and Animals
Thirty Days Across the Big Pond: Part One
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Sarobia: Sanctuary for Human Beings, Birds and Animals
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Tag Archives: American
What Ever Happened to Everyone’s Sense of Humor?
Warning, parts of this essay are intended for a mature audience and may be offensive to some readers. We are living in some trying times, by golly! Everything is either politically correct or incorrect. What ever happened to poking fun … Continue reading →
Here’s Hoping 2017 Will Make America and the World Happy and Civil Again.
Waiting until a few minutes before 2017 to publish this, I’ve spent portions of my day today writing this final entry for 2016. The way the multitudes of icons have left us suddenly during this past year, I didn’t want … Continue reading →
Time to Get Out the Galoshes. It’s About to Get Deep!
The presidential electoral process in the U.S. is now in full swing and will be over in a little less than six weeks, finally; although, it’s debatable whether or not that’s a good thing. What’s left—or right—now, besides the remaining … Continue reading →
Ode to Muhammad Ali and Drinking Too Much Coffee
Ode to Muhammad Ali and Drinking Too Much Coffee Listening to the radio on a cold, February night in 1964, my uncle and I drank a sea of coffee, feeling quite raucous, sitting in chairs on his tiny, cluttered, living-room … Continue reading →
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