Category: Adventure

The Little Red Hen

“Not I,” said the ___, ___, ___, ___, ___, ___.

So the little Red Hen did, not equivocally wishy-washy or vacantly wishing is she.

She did, does the work. By and for the quest. Little Red rousts effort and energy.

She endeavors always, with objectives; she does her best.… ...

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Burning Man

Burning ManOnce a year, on Labor Day weekend, tens of thousands of participants gather in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert to create Black Rock City, dedicated to community, art, self-expression, and self-reliance. They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever. Burning Man is also an ever-expanding year-round culture based on the Ten Principles (seem familiar anyone?...

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Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock

woodstock-inside-3How would you have liked to awaken to the “Star Spangled Banner,” rendered on guitar by a black guitarist, one who invented a new way to work the strings with his overlong thumb? One who famously set his guitar on fire, actually as well as metaphorically.… ...

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The Great Walk

I carry in my wallet a picture of a heart: a schematic of my dad’s blockages and remedy shunts. On the back, listed in his own hand, are the dates of his pacemaker operations.

It’s a small plastic-coated card, meant as medic alert, the size of Master Card and its priceless tradition.… ...

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Air Force Amy and the Fat Farm

So you read about the sudden passage of my office mate, posted on May 28. This here is an addendum of pornographic quality…

Are you hooked yet?

My office mate died in January 2004, suddenly, harshly, and in a compressed time frame.… ...

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Karla, the queen of smart ass

A few weeks ago we were in London town, and a few days ago I wrote about watching the Royals parade, a once yearly extravaganza of pomp, posh, and the circumstance of opening the English Parliament. A jolly good show, much better than the State of the Union.… ...

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A Dash to the Stash: Colin the Squirrel

There once was a squirrel named Colin

Who was not in the habit of lollin’.

He scampered about

Busy, without doubt,

Gathering healthy nuts all in.


It was a rainy day, but when wasn’t it?

He had a fur coat, so he didn’t give a sh—!… ...

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Living Life as A Miracle with Her Majesty, the Queen

My husband and I have celebrated our anniversary in some spectacular fetes:

  • drinking darkly smoked beer among friends in Bamburg, Germany, a local delicacy that looked like Coke and tasted like bacon: it was unique!
  • purchasing patio furniture: two high-backed cushioned chairs and a cocktail table for our margaritas, gin and tonics, or wine to watch the Disneyland fireworks
  • dining at an intimate table for two at Old Vine Cafe, Costa Mesa, CA, where every course is inventively accented with a wine
  • sailing the Blue Danube on a river cruise from Budapest to Nuremburg, with the actual feast in an ancient cellar bar in Prague.
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Idioms and Idiots

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Sunday Driver

Sunday Driver: “One who drives slowly, as for leisure or sightseeing.”

'67 Chevy

Every Sunday afternoon, I recall clearly because I was at the “I want to learn to drive” age, my family went for a leisurely country drive. I wanted a turn, but…No.… ...

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