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The Squeaky Pen: December 2014
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Welcome to The Squeaky Pen. Where life is slow, and ripe with rural treasures. Wednesday, December 17, 2014. Merry Christmas to a Remarkable Town. To clarify, that we got the contract signed doesn't mean hammers will be heard pounding at the Inn anytime soon. There are other steps to take, bid packages to get approved, planning sessions to be held, and many decisions to be made. Still, things are moving forward. Finally. To everyone who has been so generous of time, money, and spirit - Merry Christmas!
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The Squeaky Pen: August 2014
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Welcome to The Squeaky Pen. Where life is slow, and ripe with rural treasures. Tuesday, August 19, 2014. Fan I remember one episode, called. There was a time when that phrase was common, and was a not-so-flattering description of those in the stage and movie business. It implied wacky, off balance, eccentric, and yes, a bit nuts. Then somewhere along the way - certainly after 1952 when Lucy's. Robin Williams was one of those pop culture, theater people guys. The first time I saw him was on. Work He made ...
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The Squeaky Pen: June 2014
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Welcome to The Squeaky Pen. Where life is slow, and ripe with rural treasures. Tuesday, June 17, 2014. At the End of a Long Goodbye. A soul mate. There was a connection that neither of us could ever really understand. There were times as kids when I thought she threw the moon and flung the stars. I so admired her, wanted to be like her. She was funny and fun, smart and a smart-ass. Ultimately, she was troubled, something I knew and feared. I feared it because she was so complicated. Links to this post.
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The Squeaky Pen: May 2015
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Welcome to The Squeaky Pen. Where life is slow, and ripe with rural treasures. Saturday, May 30, 2015. I think it was sometime around the first of April when I caught myself wondering why in god's name I ever moved back to upstate New York. It was early, around 7 am, and I'd gotten up to let the dog out. When I went into the kitchen and looked out the window, I burst out crying. It was snowing again. Time to call U-Hall. Then yesterday I took a drive. And a tiny voice in my head said,. Oh that's why.".
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The Squeaky Pen: October 2014
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Welcome to The Squeaky Pen. Where life is slow, and ripe with rural treasures. Sunday, October 19, 2014. Deer Judge Judy: A Tail About Me and Harry. Me and Harry went for a walk the other day. On the walk we seen lots of things. We seen real pretty leaves falling and we seen other dogs and we seen some other people. Then me and Harry came home. Does anybody out there think this paragraph (not to mention the headline) makes me sound kinda . stupid. You SAW her," JJ snarled. Here's another favorite: "Bob w...
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The Squeaky Pen: Spring Symphony
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Welcome to The Squeaky Pen. Where life is slow, and ripe with rural treasures. Saturday, May 30, 2015. I think it was sometime around the first of April when I caught myself wondering why in god's name I ever moved back to upstate New York. It was early, around 7 am, and I'd gotten up to let the dog out. When I went into the kitchen and looked out the window, I burst out crying. It was snowing again. Time to call U-Hall. Then yesterday I took a drive. And a tiny voice in my head said,. Oh that's why.".
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TONE DEAF: March 2015
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I am moved by Lady Percy 's expression of love. See if you agree. Otherwise my novels, short stories, verse, family, music, memories, vulgar interests, detestations,. Responses, apologies. I hold posts to 300 words *. Having found less is better than more. I re-comment on comments and re-re-re-comment on re-re-comments. One exception: short stories. Saturday, 28 March 2015. Chance'd be a fine thing. Indulge me with this. A week or so ago I had a feeble go at defining happiness then gave up. But the a...
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TONE DEAF: December 2014
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I am moved by Lady Percy 's expression of love. See if you agree. Otherwise my novels, short stories, verse, family, music, memories, vulgar interests, detestations,. Responses, apologies. I hold posts to 300 words *. Having found less is better than more. I re-comment on comments and re-re-re-comment on re-re-comments. One exception: short stories. Monday, 29 December 2014. Speak not of problems,. Culinary skill is improvisation. As on Boxing Day when we dined à deux. She nodded. "I had mine done a ...
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TONE DEAF: Tiny, barely adequate tribute
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I am moved by Lady Percy 's expression of love. See if you agree. Otherwise my novels, short stories, verse, family, music, memories, vulgar interests, detestations,. Responses, apologies. I hold posts to 300 words *. Having found less is better than more. I re-comment on comments and re-re-re-comment on re-re-comments. One exception: short stories. Saturday, 25 July 2015. Tiny, barely adequate tribute. By Delphine de Vigan), then translate as accurately as we can. I've been doing this for about fift...
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TONE DEAF: July 2015
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I am moved by Lady Percy 's expression of love. See if you agree. Otherwise my novels, short stories, verse, family, music, memories, vulgar interests, detestations,. Responses, apologies. I hold posts to 300 words *. Having found less is better than more. I re-comment on comments and re-re-re-comment on re-re-comments. One exception: short stories. Thursday, 30 July 2015. And then you'll be a man, my son. I read my first adult book at 10 or 11. By which I mean a book from the adult part of the libra...