Category: travel
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Remembering Susie
Obituary originally posted here. Photo slideshow: https://www.tributeslides.com/embed/CFSIFRAM/dem10727/11m61217470d60e0 Obituary May 14, 1946 ~ August 6, 2021 (age 75) Susie Elizabeth Duncan Sexton, 75, of Columbia City, IN, passed away unexpectedly Friday, August 6, 2021, at her home. Born on May 14, 1946, in Fort Wayne, she was the daughter of Roy and Edna (Lewis) Duncan, who, in her words,…
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In a Sense…a Broad!
As I consider myself nothing nor nobody more than Peter Sellers in Being There or at my liveliest as Inspector Clousseau, it is difficult to make “Susie” sound interesting? I am proudest of being the Mother of Roy, whom I consider the person I would most wish to be. I grew up in a very…
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Susie, In a Sense…a Broad!
As I consider myself nothing nor nobody more than Peter Sellers in Being There or at my liveliest as Inspector Clousseau, it is difficult to make “Susie” sound interesting? I am proudest of being the Mother of Roy, whom I consider the person I would most wish to be. I grew up in a very…
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TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION – AN ODD ODYSSEY
(As always, click on the hyperlinked words for an audiovisual surprise!) “The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.” ~ Andy Rooney NOT EVERYONE APPROVES OF A STYLE OF WRITING REFERRED TO AS POETRY, BUT “LISTEN MY CHILDREN AND YE SHALL HEAR” — PRE WINTER — A SUMMERTIME REVERIE. TREACHEROUS ROADTRIPS TRAVERSING…
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“THE OUT-OF-TOWNERS!”
Post & Mail newspaper publisher Rick Kreps accidentally locked himself inside our bathroom 20 years ago. Obviously, we eventually released him with the help of a credit card — or was it a kitchen knife? I forget. After about a half hour of socializing with other guests on our front porch, we all began to…
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An Event Worth Celebrating!
What was I thinking on a hot summer day confined to a moving car headed toward the art capital of the Midwest, culture-cluster Ann Arbor in Michigan? “My hair is frizzy and my shorts are too tight and my feet are swelling and am I dressed up enough and will my dog Jack not peewee…
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ME & SHIRLEY…SHIRLEY JONES! (I think I love you…)
Celebrating the publication of my first book at age 65 — and probably my last — hubby Don, who naggingly urged, “When are you ever going to write your damned novel?” for ages, drove me, MISS DAISY, to Bearcreek Farms – The Hoosier version of Branson, Missouri, the quintessential home of Misplaced-Celebrity-Fests. Why? To meet…
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All for One, One for All
Curmudgeonly humorist-artist James Thurber treated the “war between men and women” harshly, looked askance at human foibles and pomposity in his “Thurber Carnival”, sketched countless hippopotamuses, and could not exist without canines in his life. His famous cartoon of ……humanity scurrying across the page — destination: cemetery – provides perspective as to how short and…
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Indiana Yankees Going “Home Again” to Robert E. Lee’s Court: SNAP SHOTS!
October’s tears erupted from both joy and despair. Chauffeured to Dixie-land “Miss Daisy” style–not one care. Northern space aliens arrived, kissed cousins galore, Yet proved to themselves, “True, you can’t go home…anymore…” Marriott terraces encourage survey of lands Mountainous, splendid, degenerate–shaped by God’s hands. Crisp air. Hospitality. Southern dialects sparse. Wealth redistribution. Carpet-baggers returned. Farce!…
Misunderstood Gargoyles and Overrated Angels 