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The only sin is quitting.
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A good day... in These titles mean nothing.
… if only I could remember it. I worked from 5 to 1. I had a couple pleasant and interesting and possible jobs. At the end of the day I started one that will keep me busy most of Monday. I li...
Tests and trees.... in These titles mean nothing.
Minnesota tree Today was test day. Bones density in a van beside the clinic. Assuming it comes from LaCrosse. You take stuff out of your pockets and lie on table and unbutton and unzip your ...
Show me the way to go home... in These titles mean nothing.
(more train prose - from Monday) 10:08 am. Waiting to depart St. Paul. Plenty early for a 10:30 departure. I already moved once to find a cleaner window. Now I think first one was better but I ca...
My vacation - 2014 - all of it - in These titles mean nothing.
(new stuff at the bottom) Day 1 was Wednesday I was at home. An ordinary day. Mid-morning I went to town to the library to print out my train ticket. I printed four copies - just to be sure. ...
Island in the stream... in These titles mean nothing.
(Written 10-16-14) On the train. In the dark. Well the dark is outside. Inside it’s bright. Bright and a bit bumpy. We left at 7:11-ish and now it’s 7: 36-ish. I am typing on little blue Acer...
Haiku for a train trip in These titles mean nothing.
Haiku for a train trip Through the night, bright in the dark Empire Builder choos. Blue and silver thoughts Gather Minnesota stars brought to the city Arch across the night Bridge lights circle ...
Sound is a little rocky... in These titles mean nothing.
.... but you know where you are.
Seatmates? in These titles mean nothing.
I’m taking the train to see the family up north.
It's always pretty... in These titles mean nothing.
.... on the way to LaCrosse. We took the ice cream truck to get windows for Joana’s house. I saw a billboard for a local radio station - Classic Rock =- because your kids’ music sucks.
In front of Fayze's.... in These titles mean nothing.
I absolutely love Corvettes..
More than you want to know / with pictures in These titles mean nothing.
Sunday morning. 9:52 am. I have been up quite a while. I took a nice bath and shampoo and then put my worn clothes back on again. I’m dressed kind of nicely though. From bottom to top: a...
Weekend's coming... in These titles mean nothing.
written by Webb, Jimmy. I am a lineman for the county And I drive the main road Searchin’ in the sun for another overload I hear you singin’ in the wire I can hear you through the whine And the W...
Low light kitties and the view from the deck... in These titles mean nothing.
These are the kittens of the black kitten who came from the power plant. She may or may not have been Stripe Butt’s sister. She is either called Bear (by Katie) or the black cat and was for...
What makes me happy in five minutes... in These titles mean nothing.
2:20 PM A list: Sunshine Yellow leaves Being able to vote New apples Good books Any books Books on tape Elmore Leonard books on tape Friendship Being able to do things A good family Antique dish...
Abortive 750 in These titles mean nothing.
I’m not going to get my words done this morning. Well maybe if I step on it. That’s a phrase I haven’t heard in a long time. Step on it. Put your foot on it. Step on the gas. Floor it. Put ...
750 words, give or take. in These titles mean nothing.
Finally! Three thirty am so I can get up. Sunday nights are not known for sleep. Weekends screw me up. I need a plan. A better one. Maybe exercise? Who the fuck knows. I was up all day Su...
Saturday morning on the deck* in These titles mean nothing.
This is the second week in a row that I’ve had Friday off. I guess I’m transferred back into my original department where there is less work? Doesn’t matter a lot. Less work means less money b...
Wish me luck. in These titles mean nothing.
I’m back to where I started eight or so months ago. Except now I’m older and wiser. Here’s hoping. I just wrote my 750 words. I had flow this morning. It was the kind of thing I might write i...
St. Mark and Father Stedman.... in These titles mean nothing.
I’ve taken to reading the bible. Gospel of Mark. I’m using a nice sturdy little paper back I might have gotten from from my brother. It’s the the New International Version which the Evangelic...
Quotes and videos - expanded a bit in These titles mean nothing.
First quote is from Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God, a novel published in 1937. My paperback copy is heavily marked up. Would be fun to know who read it so carefully before me....
An old school man of the world... in These titles mean nothing.
Family at Twins game last night in These titles mean nothing.
Deb caught a ball in her taco salad bowl.
Funny how you can take the same pictures.... in These titles mean nothing.
..... over and over again. And it’s almost September 4th! How’d we do that? How are you doing on your decluttering? We were supposed to get rid of one thing on the first, two on the second, t...
Stripey Butt in These titles mean nothing.
For September I decided to see if I could post something every day. I was thinking it would be nice to put up a fresh picture every day. So.... I went out and took a bunch of pics of Stripey...
Jesus wept.... in These titles mean nothing.
This is a photo of two IC&E SD40-2s laying over in Bethlehem’s River Yard. The Sands casino now illuminates the dormant stacks of Bethlehem Steel. (from [here)](http://www.railpictures.net/v...
