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DUCK LOVE

ORIGINALLY WRITTEN 1/5/03 This is how pathetically organized I am. I have divided my friends into categories, and I have even given the categories names. This comes as no surprise to them and it doesn’t seem to bother anyone. They accept this quirk I have and love me anyway. Okay, maybe it is a bit… Continue reading DUCK LOVE

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Peeling Potatoes

Peeling potatoes. If I have peeled one potato in my lifetime, I have peeled millions.Being the oldest in an Irish house full of five children, we ate mashed potatoes every night. I mean every, single night, without fail. Sometimes mashed by hand, other times with the mixer, it was the secret ingredient for stretching the… Continue reading Peeling Potatoes

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Listening to the Music

It seems whenever my life is in flux, I respond the most to music. More importantly, live music. I crave it.  It seems to relieve some deep animal instinct within me, calming my fears and soothing my nerves.  Whether I sit with friends or by myself, the effect is the same.  Peace. When my father died,… Continue reading Listening to the Music

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Fish Fry – It’s Whats For Dinner

I don’t what it is like in your neck of the woods, but where I live it’s a sin to stay home on Friday night. I kid you not. EVERYONE goes out to eat on a Friday night, specifically for a Fish Fry. Especially during the Lenten season, you can’t find a soul home in… Continue reading Fish Fry – It’s Whats For Dinner