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CABIN FEVER Snow lashes my eyes, the gnarled grasp of one degree Fahrenheit squeezes my fingers while I run out to feed the birds...

Those quantum people have everything in an uproar. I recently read they say the past is as indeterminate as the future. And whe..

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The Earth travels around the sun at sixty thousand mph; Sol around the Milky Way at, wow! Four hundred sixty k every hour, but that’..

Did you know Mimosas are sentient trees? If you take a torch and bring it near the leaves, they curl up and withdraw in shock and fear. N..

There sure are a lot of us! We said so in the sixties, called ourselves a “population EXPLOSION!” (3.5 billion) Knew way back the..

His name was wrong… “Bob” Carr blue-collar job Bob sitting there with hair half-way down his back flannel skew-button..

You laughed. then left for a walkacross the countryside throughthe rough bark of trees and the jagged edges of rocks strung out along the bedof ..

We met in the icy watersof ablue lake one hot day in July. In that bright afternoon we splashed and grew close in the dark under someone'sraft...

In the shade of wild trees grew muscadine vines, and in our Tarzan youth we would swing out on them from the top of cliffs ..