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From the “The Stork Takes Requests, Doesn’t He?” Dept:
A few weeks ago, I spoke of a sister that I had never known other than by very rare mentions after watching a streamed performance of the play “Still. Birth.” co-written by Robyne Parrish who at one point was the boss of the sister I’m writing to you about tonight. That of course is my sister Meghann who celebrates her birthday today and who I wish to have many happy returns of the day. I’ll…
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From the “We Deliver Stupidity For You!” Dept:
Today the mail carrier decided to outdo herself! For the most part since the advent of Informed Delivery last year, they’ve generally been good about delivering the mail that was imaged on that day without causing too much damage to the mail or things that might be on the periphery of the the cul-de-sac. Mind you, I still see her skip my mailbox from time to time if she doesn’t feel she can be bothered…
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From the “Violence Is Never The Way To Address Political Differences” Dept:
Every day, the headlines seem to be getting darker and grimmer almost by the minute. Hyper-polarisation of our political arena full of extremists on both ends of the spectrum screaming past each other rather than thoughtfully considering the other side’s position and coming to some sort of a reasonable compromise in the middle. You know, kinda like we used to do in the not-so-distant past called the 1990s when you’d have politicians in the Senate…
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From the “Thank Heaven For Little Girls” Dept:
I’m sure we all remember these lyrics which captures the essence of that morning you have (hopefully very rarely!) where you’d really rather had stayed in bed but couldn’t thanks to all of the things to see and do and kids to schlep to school… Woke up, fell out of bedDragged a comb across my headFound my way downstairs and drank a cupAnd looking up, I noticed I was lateFound my coat and grabbed my…
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From the “This One’s For Julianne” Dept:
After an exceptionally busy weekend volunteering with the Enloe High School Marching Band, I finally had an opportunity to see a performance of a play that was co-written by one of the most talented and amazing human beings I’ve ever known…Ms Robyne Parrish. I met Robyne for the first time in December of 2012 at the Gilbert Theatre in Fayetteville. Long story short, my sister had asked me to come shoot a dress rehearsal at…
From the “Until We Meet Again” Dept:
Five years. Yeah, it came faster than I’d have ever imagined and it’s why I’ve been a bit unsettled this past week or so. Five years. After all, that was supposed to be the length of the original voyages of the USS Enterprise on “Star Trek” for Pete’s sake! Five years. That’s how long “Babylon 5” ran on TV in the 1990s to complete one of the most epic planned story arcs in a series…
From the “Stupidity So Impressive That You Can’t Help But Stand in Awe of It!” Dept:
Some days, you really ought to just stay in bed! Seriously. Perhaps it’s the lingering after-effects of the recent full moon which tends to bring out the crazies but today was full of completely mad buggers thinking that driving should be equivalent to “take out my Traverse in the most spectacular ways possible”. I should have known that driving was going to royally suck when the approach to Enloe on a lane that is normally…
From the “Never Forget Our Strength Is In Our Unity” Dept:
Only madmen could contain the thought, execute the act, fly the planes. The sane world will always be vulnerable to madmen, because we cannot go where they go to conceive of such things. We could not see it coming. We could not be here before it happened. We could not stop it. But we are here now. You cannot see us for the dust, but we are here. You cannot hear us for the cries,…
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From the “It’s About Damned Time” Dept:
Today’s fun activity was to finally get off my duff and try my hand at a dish I’d never attempted without Aunt Judy being right there in her kitchen…her potato salad. This concoction of hers was pretty much universally well-received, so much so that even Uncle Walter’s family in south Georgia would insist she make it whenever they’d head south for a family reunion. When *SOUTHERNERS* who know something about potato salad won’t touch anything…
Tempest Tossed at Ocean Isle Beach
Today is a quick trip to Ocean Isle Beach to retrieve Katie and Alex who start their new school year at Enloe High School tomorrow morning. It was certainly a stormy day from the end of I-140 near Winnabow and a couple of downpours in Shallotte and on Ocean Isle Beach itself. At least returning home was relatively calm in VFR conditions! 🙂
