Still digging through my dad’s “stuff”, photos, notes, letters, fragments of things past, some potentially meaningful, while the significance of others is gone with his memory of them. Yesterday I got a shock. Tucked in an envelope was a handwritten letter in my mother’s meticulous hand, dated Saturday, August 23, 1947. Six days after I [...]
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I suppose I should take the time to reply to two recent critical comments received in response to my query about whether or not to accept political advertising on this site. Both appear bothered by the fact that I’ve continued to blog even during periods where I’ve been employed at the legislature. And both were [...]
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