Author: Ben East
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How i learned to stop worrying and love the rain
Well, race day is here and I can finally stop obsessing about this. For at least ten days I’ve watched cold trade with rain for which element would cause the most pain at today’s Manchester Road Race. Last week we were looking at a dry low thirties and I commented, That’s better than a wet…
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A Hearth on the Far Horizon
Keeping Fred at home allows him to decompress from the unnerving stimuli that accost the average earthling when this author forces them out the front door to shop for a couch or silence the leaf blower guy or have his oil changed.
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The Extra Hour
The extra hour fed the hungry, organized life, deepened my gloom over the state of our democracy, and gave our feathered friends an edge over squirrels ahead of winter.
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The Last Laugh
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Something tells me we’re all going to need to keep a sense of humor in the days and weeks ahead.
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And They’re Off!
I headed down off the knoll and onto the course, tracking my son’s progress along fields of long-buried soldiers and lost, dud ordnance, gamely chasing a PR in the glory of his youth.
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Potomac Heritage Trail
We stopped for breakfast on a rock beside a rope swing, musing aloud about swingers throwing themselves from such a height into the water.
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Rocks for Lunch
I sat here on this pile of rocks at lunch. With rain and clouds low over the region for eight of the last ten days, this afternoon’s blue sky and warm sun made for a pleasant change. As I sat on my rock pile and ate last night’s dinner of broccoli and tofu and roasted…
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What I’m Reading
This product might be a source of what folks these days call toxic masculinity, but which is really just a acting like an asshole while being a man.
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