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Sometimes at the oddest times. I hear or feel a presence near. ..

Forty years ago in aviation. NDB's and VOR's ruled. ..

True story. The hitching post sits in front of my garage.

I earned my keep working hard. Delivering packages every day. Making the familiar sound all know. When the UPS truck ..

A two car garage of cement blocks.The tools we needed on the rack.Winter was cold, summer was hot.In our little garage in the back. ..

Driving from Florida to Atlanta. I snapp..

A town, deep down in Georgia, ..

The new couple walks hand in hand. ..

Man’s time came to an end.The earth is quiet again,Just spinning in silent solitude,like it was when it first began.From one extreme to the othe..

An angel is murdered. The consequences. Part One of three.