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More Notes Are Coming
I have quite a stack to get through and I know there are others I have not found. Then, too, there are a few that I can’t seem to get myself to type. They have to be here at some point but the memory is too raw right now. I will get to them when I have a day filled with strength.
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Find That Girl
(Excerpt from a longer letter from an old friend of Jane’s who lived in Casa Grande, Arizona and through the years also became a good friend of mine). . . . Jane spent the night with us two days ago. She just showed up at the door early one morning. I don’t know what is going on but I do know she is a wreck. She has a great act and, if I didn’t know her as well as I do, I might be fooled but I can read between the lines. She smiles far too fast like she flicked a switch and the smile comes on. Then, just as…
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It’s Not Christmas Until You Cry
It’s still the first week of December and already Christmas is in full blast everywhere. All that joy is hard to handle when you can’t seem to take part. It is much like being around a bunch of drunk friends when you yourself are completely sober. The moods and feelings they are experiencing don’t translate into the non-imbibing mind. Everything is too loud, off key, and none of it seems to fit no matter how you smile and try to pretend you are having a good time. Each year I dread “the season” for I know sooner or later all that joy is going to bowl me over, leaving me…
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Singing in the Shower
I thought of you this morning as I was taking my shower. Now don’t let that image in your mind drive you crazy. Ha ha. No, for some reason taking my shower, just as I started to sing, I thought of the songs you used to sing in the shower. I don’t remember you ever taking a shower without singing. It seems like all of those songs you used to sing were sweet, innocent songs from an earlier time. You leaned towards the Beatles, some of the old soft country songs like from Jim Reeves, and others that were, perhaps, a little before my time. I remember what a sweet…
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The Theft of the Wind
I love the desert. It does take some adjusting after spending most of my years in places with trees and water. Out here, along with the sun, the wind steals all moisture from the land and everything that lives on it. Native plants must be a hardy breed with a thick protective layer to contain its juices and a strong stem to resist bending to the ground. The small amounts of rain must be quickly sucked into the plants before the wind has a chance to pull it back from the quickly drying sand. There is rarely any left for the animals, many of whom spend their entire lives without…
