Tag: Commentary
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Lady in Black by Uriah Heep
Lady in Black by Uriah Heep She came to me one morningOne lonely Sunday morningHer long hair flowingIn the midwinter wind. I know not how she found meFor in darkness I was walkingAnd destruction lay around meFrom a fight I could not win Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah She asked me name my foe…
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Nana and Grandpa Boo (my paternal grandparents) – Memoir Continued
Nana and Grandpa Boo – Memoir Continued I can see them both in my mind, but don’t remember much about their personalities or habits. One thing that I do remember, important to their descendants, is that they were both diabetic and had to take insulin to control it. Sorry, but that seems to be part…
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Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued
Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued We moved into South Lorian, which was only a few miles from where we had lived on East River Road. Dad rented the right-hand half of a side-by-side duplex on 31st., three blocks from the main entrance to U.S. Steel’s National Tube Division (It was USS/Kobe the…
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2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued
2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued While living next to the farm, much to my chagrin, I was inadvertently educated in the inhumanity of my spiecies toward others. I witnessed a pig being slaughtered, hung up, gutted, and drained in the entrace to the farmer’s large tool shed. It was a gruesome experience…
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Depression
Depression seems to be a major topic on several of the blogs I’ve been reading recently. I’ve struggled with it several times over my long life. I believe that it is a normal part of human existence, and the following is my current perspective on the condition, based on my personal experience with it. Depression…
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My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit
First Aid Kid is a sister duo from Stockholm My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit I don’t want to wait anymore I’m tired of looking for answersTake me some place where there’s music and there’s laughterI don’t know if I’m scared of dying but I’m scared of living too fast, too slowRegret, remorse, hold…
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My Education – Memoir Continued
The Education of Billy, Bill, or Liam (me) – Memoir Continued School was always hard for me. I never wanted to go in the first place. That lasted until I was in high school, when I would endure almost anything to be away from the house, away from the drama and sibling rivalry, which Dad…
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A Delinquent at Six – Memoir Continued
A Delinquent at Six I had been walked to school a couple of times by my Mom. After that, I was expected to walk with other kids from the neighborhood heading to school. I did that for a while. One day, I decided on a new plan. When I left the house, I circled around…
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Elyria for a Year – Memoir Continued
Elyria for a Year That was the year I started school, Edison Elementary School, first grade. Miss Beady was my teacher’s name… I think; I was so traumatized by the experience that my memories of that year are more like the slow-motion running, the unfamiliar surroundings and quagmires of a bad dream, a nightmare you…
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Past Professions
Initiated by the WordPress prompt… Past Professions I’ve worked as aplumber aroofer astrummer ashort order cookawaiter acarpenter atechnicalwriteramachinist aqc inspector aprogrammer ateacher anma instructorajack of trades amaster of none asix-decadewage-slave careerfinally done –LE
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