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DAVE VORLAND: It Occurs To Me — The Last Good Year?

When Dorette and I visited New Zealand a while ago, we heard a Maori proverb. “Walk backwards toward the future.” I thought of it when this picture of me as a kid (above) surfaced recently from my archive (that is to say, from my boxes of clutter). It was taken by my father decades ago on the family farm in …


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JIM FUGLIE: View From The Prairie — Slick

In high school we called him “Slick.” He was handsome, swarthy, athletic, a bit of a rebel, with slicked back hair and cool clothes. He was Fonzie before Fonzie was invented. He didn’t seem to mind the nickname Slick back then, but after we all grew up and moved away and fought in wars and married and then came back …


KEVIN GRINDE: Rhythm Of The Trail — Dog And Master Learn To Live With Age

Kea snarled at her Master when he tried to get into bed last night. Yes, the dog was occupying His space, which sometimes is shared territory, until he needs to sleep, which is far less than the dog’s requirement these days. At least the spot her hairy body vacates is warm, a good thing when the temp is set at …