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Pepsi bottles used to have a penny deposit so if you picked up five off the side of the highway, when the ice-cream truck came by late in the afternoon playing the circus music, you could buy a wonderful treat with two wooden sticks called a "fugickle". Mr. Henry's store, where you got the deposit pennies for your bottles had fugickles too, but they just didn't taste the same as the ones from the ice-cream truck; I never did find out why.
Some days, you had your nickle and just couldn't...

Reflections on the Pond

It was not a very cold winter day but the sky was colorless with grey and had been for several weeks. There was not a ripple stirred by breeze on the glassy surface of the small pond and on its calm surface reflected the limbs of a large oak, bare of leaves but for an old squirrel’s nest high in a fork. Tall brown grass bordered by second-growth cedars still covered patches of melting snow and grew to the south edge of the wooded oasis. My reflection in...

If I believed in Angels, would they really have wings?
Would really know how to fly?
Would they know how to sing?
Or would they just come to me in the middle of the night
To offer their cold comfort in the lonely hours before day-light?

If I believed in fairy-tales, would all my wishes come true?
Would there be words like “Forever”, and
“I will always love you”?
And would you have stayed with me for the rest of our lives,...

I am back in the Bahamas again. It seems like I spend way too much time over here but that’s where my work takes me. I am a gregarious person and I do not believe that I have ever met a stranger. The people that work and live in Freeport Harbor now all know me and ask about my family and if I enjoyed my visit home. They are glad to see me return and tell me that they have missed me and it makes me feel good that so many people in a foreign country have let me into their lives.
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I want to point out one or two things to those of us that get a bit bent over the currant world events. Guys, this ain’t the end game and in spite of some things that we don’t especially agree with, its still a pretty damned good time to be here and there are certainly worse places to be.
I grew up with détente and the threat of nuclear war hanging over our heads. I watched the funeral of one of our presidents that got assassinated in Dallas because he didn’t play along. My childhood was...