Close Your Eyes and Remem­ber #1

Close your eyes. Think on this. Seventh Grade back when we had Junior High Schools. Not middle schools. Junior High, 7th - 9th, and you entered High School as a sophomore. Do we even still say that? Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, Senior -- when we talk about high school years? Back in my day, the "close my eyes" day, freshman year was the top of the walk. The goal of every new-teen. My parents, and many others, considered ninth grade a pivotal year. ... click here to continue.

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Close Your Eyes and Remem­ber #2

Seventh Grade and Gym Class

Junior High Girl's Gym Class. I had it second period. Yes, at 9:30 a.m. we were supposed to strip out of our clothes, put on over-sized blue cotton shorts and a button-up peter pan collared cotton shirt and thick white socks and Keds. White Keds. Then we were expected to play softball, exercise, run track, for 45 minutes, come back into the locker room, take a shower in stalls with no curtains or doors, get back into our street/school clothes, and go on to English or Science or whatever our next class was. ... click here to continue.

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Basal Thumb Joint Surgery

Working my way through a few tedious months post-basal thumb joint surgery. Physical therapy sessions begin next week. It is difficult, to say the least, to type without the use of my right thumb. Well, that's not exactly right. My right thumb is encased in a giant cast so I am typing with a huge thumb rather than a not-thumb. ... click here to continue.

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2013 and the world is even stranger than ever

In the US, we murder children. We take assault weapons to movie theaters and kill patrons. We don't kill over ideologies, we don't murder for religion ... not usually. ... click here to continue.

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Sleep Apnea — Begin­ning the Jour­ney back to REM Sleep

It's no secret. The sound of my snoring resembles a freight train rumbling through the house. Ladies glisten; they do not sweat. Ladies sing while they sleep; they do not snore. ... click here to continue.

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