RIP Martin Luther King.

Fifty Years ago today. May we never lose the lessons we have learned.

Adventures in a Nash Rambler

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Saying Nothing in Particular

I was too young to drive when I marched for the first time. I was also too young to understand the complexities of the so-called “conflict in Vietnam.” I only knew we were sending young men to die in a country on the other side of world; a country that didn’t seem to pose any real threat to the United States.  My father’s refrain (shared with most of his generation) was “when you’re asked to serve your country you just go. No questions asked.” Which seemed to be a stupid thing to do.

There were no anti-war marches planned in my hometown of Reno Nevada for two reasons. One, the good ole boys, who were proud they couldn’t even find Vietnam on a map, would have loved an excuse to commence a shootin’ party on the nerds who actually planned to graduate from high school.  And two, the city fathers…

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Wordless Wednesday. 4/4/18.

Florescence Day Four.

Day four of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Image from Pixabay

Dreams in which I escape

Fly headlong to my fate

Dieing coals in the grate,lost my schemes.

One-Liner Wednesday.

‘Give me a child until he is 7 and I will show you the man.’
Aristotle

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