A POT SHARD AND A RUSTED WHEELBARROW. My evening walk with the dogs takes me past an array of gardens. One of these always bring a smile to my face. I stop to stare. And enjoy. A broken clay pot lies half buried in the soil. A mass of small colorful flowers peeks out...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADY JANE! Well, it’s tomorrow but it all started on the Friday. A long time ago in faraway Brussels, Belgium. You were two weeks late. I called the Captain and told him I was driving over to Louvain to be checked out. Twenty something miles away. My...
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