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Psst… I haven’t worn real clothes in weeks

I was never one for fashion.  My wardrobe consists of “good” jeans and t-shirts and “chore” jeans and t-shirts.  Now, weeks into the quarantine, my everyday fashion routine has devolved into changing from my “nighttime” pajamas to my “daytime” pajamas and vice versa.

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Hope floats

Many nights, I have been jolted awake by overwhelming anxiety. My brain is so muddled by daily news briefings, charts, graphs, dire predictions, and terrible news, that I find myself paralyzed by the unknown.

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Lyme disease… the silent assassin

We’ve all heard it… Lyme Disease is the fastest growing vector disease in the United States. Most of you either know someone who has contracted it or may suffer from it yourself. It is a disease that does not discriminate. It is resilient. It is stealthy. It is mysterious. It is devastating.

Memorial Day

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“We owe this freedom of choice and action to those men and women in uniform who have served this nation and its interests in time of need. In particular, we are forever indebted to those who have given their lives that we might be free.” President Reagan

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Welcome to the “50’s Club”

Unlike many of my friends, I have never fretted over becoming a year older.  I seamlessly transitioned from one year to the next without a bump in the birthday road.  I aspired to the thought that age is just a number and nothing more, and so, my 50th birthday came and went without much vexation.…

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Phil, you dirty ‘ole bast*rd

In my neck of the woods, we’re used to snow… and lots of it. We’re used to biting winds and grey skies. We’re used to slippery back roads. We’re used to frozen fingers and frostbitten noses. We’re used to plowing the barnyard with the tractor at 2am and chiseling frozen cow sh*t from the barn…