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There are strange things done, after setting of sun, To children falling asleep. A strange little man, whenever he can, Brings dreams for them to keep. From the Land of Nod, and creation of God, A creature only few have seen. Except for th…
"Idle hands are work for the devil," my grandfather used to say. He was always busy doing something; painting, drawing, wood-carving, photography, and when he tuned in the outer limits on his ham radio. If he were alive today, there would…
When it snows, we shovel. The grass grows and we mow. Every fall we struggle with leaves, bag after bag, only to have them grow back anew. We use chemicals, fertilizers, and pesticides, because our lawns and food "have to be" just so. W…