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Olly, Olly, Oxen Free
Hide-and-seek- Who knows how long people have been playing it? The first known recorded mention was in the second century, in Greece. No report on whether they yelled “Ready or not, here I come!” One of my earliest memory is of my family playing hide-and-seek in our 1950’s ranch house. Our parents were hiding, and…
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Pineapple
My only experience with pineapple while growing up in the fifties and sixties was with the canned variety. It came in crushed, chunks, and rings- a necessity for pineapple upside down cake. Like all canned things, the pineapple had a tinny after-taste. But still, a sweet treat. I started smoking pot when I was in…
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The Golden Path
When I meditate, I frequently see a golden sunlit path. I’m standing on it, and people are walking by smiling, nodding, laughing, and I am smiling, nodding, and laughing too. From the vibe of the other people, they seem to be fellow meditators or 12 step recovery members or just happy and lucky enough to…
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Cooking with Sebastion
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For the Roses- A Thank You to Joni Mitchell
I was such a mess when I was a teenager. Messy to the point that I spent my senior year of high school away from St. Louis in New York state, at Anderson School, a school for “emotionally disturbed children”. The population was largely people like myself, unwilling and/or unable to deal with life in…
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Giving That Heaven Away
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My Back Porch
There’s a really great Bob Dylan song “My Back Pages”. My favorite version is from his 30th anniversary concert at Madison Square Gardens, with so many notables playing on it- Neil Young, Tom Petty, Eric Clapton, Roger McGuinn, George Harrison. So many greats, and a couple of them no longer with us. But that’s not…
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My Dream Writing Spot
One of my favorite places on the planet is the lighthouse at Point Reyes, California. Up above San Francisco, the point is home to the Point Reyes National Seashore, a part of the National Park Service. It’s not so much the lighthouse itself (although that is very cool), as the old lighthouse keeper’s house. At…