Bands on the Blackwater is a weekly series in my backyard. Not literally, but almost.
You might think that life in a small town in Northwest Florida would be boring. You might be right if you measure excitement by the number of drive-by shootings and bar brawls on an average …
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A rose by any other name might be called a weed.
We have a very natural Northwest Florida yard. That would be pretty much the opposite of a manicured yard. My basic philosophy is, if it is green and will grow in this sand, I'm not killing it. There are …
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A well-lived life looks a bit like this twisty road.
What if you lived your whole life, and at the end, when asked how you spent your allotment of time you realized you really had nothing to say.
You woke up every day and did what everyone expected of you …
read moreIn 500 B.C. that may well have been true. Even 100 years ago, that may still have seemed true.
However, the expanding mass of humanity has engendered new perspectives, and from those perspectives we draw new conclusions.
Careful examination of the …
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Time's a cruel-hearted bastard.
Nature's a cold-hearted bitch.
Both will surely wear me down,
and scoff at my last twitch.
From the day that I was born,
Until the day I die,
They push and prod and poke and pinch,
and dare me to defy.
Their hand is cold. So …
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I don't think we will EVER get there. I've been sitting in this back seat for most of my life. Every time I ask the people in the front seat how much longer, they say stuff like, "About two minutes less than the last time you asked."
The day is …
read moreI watch a new piece of wood on my fire.
It slowly warms up to its surroundings,
and,
when ready,
bursts into flame,
adding its energy to the
cumulative heat of the community.
Brightly it burns,
eager to express,
to produce,
to participate.
It gives all that it is
in …