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A most precious stockpile …

Empathy is a life lesson. There are people far worse off than the three of us. Ellen and Reid have their share of this most precious stockpile – caring about others – but a ‘reminder’ now and then from their parents doesn’t hurt.


October 27, 2014

Ellen/Reid: You should have the flight itinerary for the weekend of Dec. 19. It might not be the actual Christmas weekend but it will be a lot of fun. Gifts will be shipped ahead of time except for the few doodads I’ll tote along for Emma. I get in about 5:15 so no need to make any special plans to pick me up or jet away from work on my account. Speaking of gifts, give me a few ideas of what it is you guys want and I’ll make the arrangements. That goes for Emma, too. A girl can’t subsist on train sets all the time, so a few hints will be welcome.

Ellen, I haven’t told people about your good news. Here’s to hoping you feel better in the next few weeks.

Not entirely sure if or when the local NPR thing is going to run. I’ve heard conflicting reports about it already having been run and it doesn’t show on their Website. If it runs, it runs and if not, that’s okay. It really had to be a slow news day anyway.

The local NPR affiliate, WFAQ-FM, may yet run an interview about my exploits with litter chronicled at pickupyourpath.com.

The local NPR affiliate, WFAE-FM, may yet run an interview about my exploits with litter chronicled at pickupyourpath.com.

Any story about trash/litter makes for a slow news day. It wouldn’t bother me a whole lot. We did get together with some of the other regular Saturday morning walkers this past Sunday. My friend Fritz the Judge hosted about 20 people in his townhome a stone’s throw from me and it was a fun hodgepodge of people. It included the 1%ers as well as some former hippies. That’s what made it a hoot.

I was out early yesterday morning when I saw, as I do on most weekend mornings, an older black woman in her maroon scrubs trying her best to get down Sharon Road. She literally shuffles down the street from Fairview down to an upscale retirement/care facility about a half-mile down the street called Sharon Towers. It hurts me Continue reading


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