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The Slayer
“Slayer of Two Hunted by Wolcott Posse”. The headline washed black letters across the white face of the newspaper. S...
The Sound of Music
This memory is from 9th grade. Since I am now 69 years of age, it was quite a few years ago. I can still picture myself ...
The Smells of the Past
In the books people write they continue to exist, tho' they may have passed. It's peculiar what you remember. I thought ...
Autumn Leaf Burning
Olfactory memories, are perhaps the most evocative. As a child growing up in the 1950’s in the suburbs of Northern Vir...
I Was a Prisoner of War
The following is an interview of Mr. S., a Jewish American soldier held as a prisoner of war in a German Camp during ...
A Smoked Oyster Day
Grab your re-cycling bags and your affinity card and let’s all rush off to the grocery store for a “Smoked Oyster Da...
Potato Chip Stampede
A friend of mine insisted that she had to go to the pharmacy at one of the local supermarkets. She went off to get her m...
Battleship Connecticut
I can see a quizzical look on your face when I mention the battleship Connecticut. You have heard of the battleship, ...
Blizzard of 2013 and Discove
How could it be that two of the week’s most talked about topics are related? The topic for the first weeks of February...
Along the Artichoke Trail
Until a few years ago, I never thought about artichokes. I didn’t eat them nor does anyone in my household. But that w...
Election 2012
When I needed an appointment, with the hand specialist, it wasn’t difficult to arrange although I was a new patient. N...