
I really do love the deep blue of the North Atlantic on a morning like this.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

I really do love the deep blue of the North Atlantic on a morning like this.
When I was growing up, it meant something of a Mount Olympus quality.
Not some kind of norm but an aspiration – a better person and society in the end.
Back before the very culture clash between the two concepts.
Now we add to that the concept of supremacy, not just white but European. Or perhaps, grudgingly, Chinese.
The question remains: How do we encourage excellence?
And what do we name it?

Deep moss beside a trail included this patch. Somehow, I find it rather striking.
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Remembering gazing forlornly at LS, the cheerleader of the mysterious olive skin, and dark brown eyes etc.
Jenny, a year older, at the other end of our street, too.
The ache … tongue-tied, like facing a childhood hero or famous actor or scientist …
A shadow of that looking at prime foliage.

Chanced upon in a culvert in Edmunds Township. Those feathers, by the way, are both protected by federal law and valued in Native American culture.
It’s been a month of “last” tomato sandwiches, each day a surprise blessing.
There have even been at least two “final” rounds with a lawn mower, not that I’m complaining.
And now I’m out on the last cruise of the schooner season.
I’ve already mentioned telephone books.
And rotary telephones.
And now phonebooths and pay phones in general.
It’s largely gone over to donations, too, which typically prefer online credit card entries rather than paper checks. Try finding the address to send that check when you’re searching their website, perhaps on your smart phone.
For that matter, handling cash in general is overshadowed by those plastic cards.
Parking kiosks that demand credit cards do upset me, though.
I know I’m overlooking a lot more. Care to add to the list?
When she said she wasn’t good enough for me, it turned out she was right.
Oh, my, the things I uncovered later.
I really was so green.
Others can say the same of me.

Time the view right and you may see Campobello Island, New Brunswick, turn buttery in the late afternoon sun. As an added touch, a few house windows suddenly burst into bright reflections. Here they’re simply vivid white boxes.