Posts Tagged “Think”

June 6, 1944

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June 6, 1944

June 6, 1944.  The secret was shared so sparingly that only a critical few of the participants knew they represented beginning of the end.  For five years Europe had been overrun by troops and tanks of the relentlessly efficient Nazi war machine.  Now, on one day, more than 100,000 American and allied forces crossed the North…

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Gotta Go

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Gotta Go

Think About It.  Gotta go.  One or two?  When I was young we “went” in the “outhouse”, I suppose to “relieve” ourselves, with a Sears catalogue to relieve ourselves of “it”.  Of course for night the “pot” under the bed was not for smoking and not to be confused with the can-o-py over the bed….

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Questions?

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Questions?

  Think About It.  Questions?  You know him, also her.  They seem so sure of their positions on almost any subject that they’re willing to fight or forego friendship because of your inability or, worse yet, unwillingness to see the world as they imagine it.  The answers are so often clear and firmly stated that…

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Sinister Presidents

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Sinister Presidents

Think About It.  Sinister Presidents.  Recently a local wag wrote the Indianapolis Star asking if anyone else had noticed that both Clinton and Obama are left-handed.  While not being ambidextrous, I still don’t take a hard right position on such matters.  Being politically left seems to only offend those on the right.  However, internationally the…

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Get a Job

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Get a Job

Think About It.  Get a Job. At age eight my first job resulted from wanting roller skates, the kind you tightened on your shoes with a key hung on a string around your neck.  Mother gave me permission but not the money.  My sister Lee got out the vinegar and Karo syrup, made popcorn balls,…

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Poetry

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Poetry

Think About It.  Poetry   Constant quoter Willy Wonka had the happy habit of recalling memorable poetic lines from not only William Shakespeare, but also John Keats, Oscar Wilde and the incorrigible Ogden Nash,  my poet hero from early days.  A somewhat sheltered child, I was probably in a minority of those who waited until majority…

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