August 2025
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Bathing is an undescribed luxury. To feel the wind blow on your body, the water flow on you and lave you, is a rare physical enjoyment this hot day. The water is remarkably warm here, especially in the shallows,—warm to the hand, like that which has stood long in a kettle over a fire. The Read more
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Throwback Thursdays” at ClimbingSky feature posts I wrote over a 15 year period for various blogs. This was first posted on January 29, 2011 There is a peculiar irony that this poem about a famous poet’s death was written by a poet who died so anonymously that his body was not found for several days Read more
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Writing this as I am in late June, I am merely guessing at the direction my Local Nine, the Minnesota Twins, have gone. I suspect though it has not been pretty. The Twins in late June are considered the slowest team in the Major Leagues. With the exception of Byron Buxton and Harrison Bader the Read more
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This time of year, this great routine from George Carlin often comes to my mind. For those who have not seen it, you are in for a treat. For those who have seen it even as often as I have, it only gets better. Read more
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Mayor Orden looked at his watch and when Joseph came in, carrying a small cup of black coffee, he took it absent-mindedly. “Thank you,” he said, and he sipped it. “I should be clear,” he said apologetically to Doctor Winter. “I should be—do you know how many men the invader has?” “Not many,” the doctor Read more
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Full summer has come to the North Country. 90-degrees and sticky days. Raised in the semi-arid West, I have never fully acclimated to humidity. To heat that stays around even after the sun goes down, and to shade that does not cool you down. I grew up in houses without air-conditioning and now cannot imagine Read more
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“As for me and my house, we will follow Fulham.” ~ Mark Hinton Today, August 16th marks the opening weekend of the Premier League’s 25-26 season. This means, Peacock willing, I am watching Fulham at Brighton at 9:00AM Central Standard Time. Over my soccer watching career, I have tried to claim as my own various Read more
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On August 16th, 1954, In a throwing contest between Jim Piersall and Willie Mays before a Red Sox-Giants charity game in Boston, Piersall hurt his arm. He started the game but left midway. He woke up the following morning with a sore arm that stayed with him a year, and he would never throw quite as well again. Injuries are part Read more
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A writer who does not speak out of a full experience uses torpid words, wooden or lifeless words, such words as “humanitary,” which have a paralysis in their tails. Thoreau, Henry David. The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861 Read more
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Throwback Thursdays” at ClimbingSky feature posts I wrote over a 15 year period for various blogs. This was first posted on July 18, 2011. In the North Country, it is high summer. The heat and humidity weigh upon us and we live indoors as much as possible… just like we do in January. Again, we Read more
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