Tip of the Iceberg
John and I were sitting on our back porch last evening, appreciating the quiet. Enjoying the whispers of dusk.
And cracking up over the antics of the deer. 557 more words
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I’m only beginning to fill out the 1950′s review section of the library. What I love about the 50′s is the raw enthusiasm from artists who took advantage of a sliver of permissiveness to let it loose. 120 more words
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