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Wakefield

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  “In some old magazine or newspaper I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man—let us call him Wakefield—who absented himself for a long time from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very uncommon, nor, without a proper distinction of circumstances, to be condemned either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from the most aggravated, is perhaps the strangest instance on record of marital delinquency, and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be found in the whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretense of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends and without the shadow of a reason for such self-banishment, dwelt upward of twenty years. During that period he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. Wakefield. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity—when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled...

Happy Thanksgiving!

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 Many blessings on this Thanksgiving Day!

So this happened this weekend

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Baby boy got married! Our oldest boy (Jonathan) was his best man and two sisters were bridesmaids. So proud of William and Kayla!

On The Road

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On the way to Indiana to see my youngest boy get married. Drove a portion of I-40 I’ve never been on before and couldn’t help but think that if I just kept going, would end up in God’s country.  Just want to say that Kentucky seems to have a sense of humor. There’s a town called Paint Lick. 

Monday’s Got Me Like

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No-Shave November

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Ok, so I had a head start. Was going for Hemingway but looking more like Lazar Wolf (the Butcher in “Fiddler On The Roof”).

Welcome, November

  When biting Boreas, fell and doure,   Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;  When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,           Far south the lift,  Dim-dark'ning thro' the flaky show'r,           Or whirling drift:  Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,  Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked,  While burns, wi' snawy wreeths upchoked,           Wild-eddying swirl,  Or thro' the mining outlet bocked,           Down headlong hurl.  List'ning, the doors an' winnocks rattle,  I thought me on the ourie cattle,  Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle           O' winter war,  And thro' the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle,           Benea...