Some back story on my ‘The Foggy Dew’ short story. In July, Susan and I traveled to Scotland and Ireland. Our coach driver had just retired after 34 years as an officer (Guarda) near Galway. We met in the first hotel’s pub and immediately bonded, although he’s probably young enough to be my son, because…
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I sat there staring out into another one of many cloudy afternoons, my mouth wide open—not in wonder or awed by the serenity. No. It was a far different sensation. Gliding effortlessly through the sky, were two beautiful hawks searching for prey no doubt. Somewhere they had young mouths to feed, probably with mouths agape,…
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True story I’m in a black void. Silence, no sense of time, no pain, nothing, just blackness I’m aware of one thing, I’m conscious, or at least I think I am. Just moments before they were wheeling me into the OR. I can see what I think are the Davinci robots and it feels like…
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I see lots of talk about Cuba, Castro and socialism in the news recently thanks to Bernie Sanders. Last year Susan and I, along with two of our friends spent a day in Havana and I thought I would share my thoughts on what I saw as we strolled not just the tourist areas, but…
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There is nothing more emotional than a funeral procession for a fallen soldier. Men and women #marching in perfect cadence. Flags waving, that feeling of patriotism, the tears, the sight of grieving loved ones. They tear at our soul And at the heart of it all, a soldier who chose to serve… and died. And…
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