“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
For audio version click here Out on errands, I missed walking in the snow squall this morning. Inside the gym I watched the wind push the snow sideways, and I wished I were out in it, walking with Wolfie. I’ve spent more time in woods and fields, in rain and snow, under blue skies and under scudding clouds this past eight months than I have in combined years of walks. Almost every day sees me out of […]
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For audio version click here My father told me two stories where he had to meet violent antagonists. One deserves its own Post but the other bears his own brand of irony. A year or two into his career as a police officer, my father and another Trooper were chasing three men in a stolen car. Both cars twisted back and forth at high speed over the back roads of Lebanon County during an afternoon. […]
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For audio version click here Stories bring to light individual histories; they tell the world that we were once awash in life, and thus they not only yoke us to others but also give us a fraction of earthly life after death. A story well told gives breath and movement to the dead. They walk among us, upright and once again in love with their days. The once lost stories of my father that I […]
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For audio version click here There were ice patches on puddles. The rain was steady and cold and the sky that dank gray that looks like the sign of eternal winter. Wolfie and I were climbing a steep, muddy trail. He chased squirrels, and when they corkscrewed their way up trees, he stood at the bottom looking up, his head cocking back and forth. I swear he was trying to figure out a way to climb […]
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