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Sometimes in pensive older age, perhaps prompted by an occasion, one reflects anew on the obvious. My wife and I were in Vienna to visit
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Sometimes in pensive older age, perhaps prompted by an occasion, one reflects anew on the obvious. My wife and I were in Vienna to visit
You may have noticed that since Brene` Brown (The Gifts Of Imperfection) and others, the idea of perfection has taken a bit of a beating,
It probably wasn’t noted from your pulpit either, but this past January 23 was an epoch-ending day in the history of aviation. The last commercial
Now and again, the peaceable kingdom beyond our cottage deck takes a startling turn. I once on a tranquil summer afternoon saw a highly territorial
Consider three pictures, at first seemingly unconnected. It is late winter, and you are a freshman at some college in the Midwest, though home is
Eighteen years ago this week, on a brilliant morning after a night snowstorm, we laid our ninety-three-year-old mother to rest. The hearse managed at one
“Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously sharp focus, like the inside
It would have been around 1950 — most likely, as now, with snow on the ground — that I wrote my letter to the Canadian
Thanks to a minister father who was also pianistically trained, I grew up in a home that was blessedly alive with music, not only with
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