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Sitting on This Bench of Steel and Watching the River Flow!
‘Twas sitting on a steel bench at Lardner’s Point along the Delaware River in Philadelphia, watching the river flow and waiting for the moon to show. Prior to that, chasing dragonflies filled the void, as well as taking pictures of … Continue reading →
New Moon Rantings
Looking at the grocery store’s magazine rack yesterday made me think, what kind of sick world are we living in? Last week a judge at a trial found a teenager guilty of involuntary manslaughter for the latter’s repeatedly urging and … Continue reading →
Damned If You Do and Damned If You Don’t!
Don’t let anyone fool you or say otherwise. Growing old sucks. Every time older folks turn around, something else pops up to proclaim they’re not spring chickens anymore. That annoying crick in the neck, pulled-out back on occasion, Arthur Rightis, … Continue reading →
