When is the last time you wrote a letter? Not to ask for something but just to say something? October is always a special month for us; it holds our eldest boy’s birthday and our wedding anniversary in its autumnal grasp. 632 more words
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Am I the only one wondering why in the middle of a Victoria, B.C., residential neighbourhood, a cougar is tracked, tranquillized and relocated, while in Alberta, the only option for a cougar lying in an open field on the southernmost edge of town, is to be shot and killed? 585 more words
You called me “ugly” and “fat” a lot during the time that I liked you. In your eyes, I was one of the boys, and the digs you made on my appearances were but friendly jests that adolescents make–in some twisted way–to say “I’m comfortable with you”. 798 more words
Trumbull, Conn., January 7, 1945.
Dear Members of the A S F: (American Service Force, of course, to all of you except Ced, who rates his own designation, as Art’s Stationery Flyer, possibly Anchorage’s Sinister Firebug, Alaska’s Skeeing Favorite, or it might even be Anyone’s Steadfast Friend – – write your own. 687 more words