Iron Mike Behold, Iron Mike – Iron Mike who? Just Iron Mike, as it turns out. This statue stands at the Marine Corps Museum, in Quantico, Virginia, but it does not represent Mike, rather all Marines. I have gone searching for more information about Iron Mike, and it turns out that Wikipedia...
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I am Weary of Your Hate I am weary of your hate right or wrong no longer matters I do not care why you hate or if you have cause perhaps you are justified and no court in the nation would condemn you but nevertheless I am weary of your hate we...
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My Love Language Lindette, Marcial, and Kate I must start this by saying that I am missing at least a photograph or two, that I will add before long, to this essay. The missing photographs are of a gift, given to me by my dear friend Linda (Lindette). How dear a friend is Linda?...
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Our Collective Dream, Or Lack Thereof “. . . We choose to go to the Moon! We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard; because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our...
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Why Do We Object to Perfect? “But you are to be perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect.” The Living Bible “Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.” King James “Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” The New International Version ~ Matthew...
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Save the Picture One of the things that I admire about the generation that came of age in the world of digital photography is how many pictures they share, on “bad hair days.” You know, those days when what you are wearing is not exactly flattering, or the camera has captured more than...
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Happy Easter “After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. 2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning,...
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Daddy and Dino I have nothing to say, except that I really like the picture. I am not sure why. No, I know it is him, but also, I kind of wish I were her. He reminds me of him. He always did. I miss him I miss what we had I miss...
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“It Was so Fresh” The bright, red tomato, that I shared with you, In Nature, last month, was actually picked and eaten by my oldest great-niece, much to my delight! She had finished swimming with her father and siblings, when she came into the kitchen, ready for supper. I showed her the...
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Recess I am not entirely certain that at the moment anyone has anything to say at least not something worth stopping to listening to thus I have turned the volume down on the world at large muted all the senseless clatter in favor of moving forward instead of standing still I do...
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