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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at the typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway
Above: Hemingway’s writing studio in Key West, FL. Christmas morning, 2005
The first presidential debate was this week and it reminded me of what I dislike about politics, and more specifically, human interaction.
What’s coming is a hard sentence for me to write, it’s creating tension in me, speaking my thoughts, especially when they aren’t overwhelming positive. But since the purpose of writing is to explore our feelings, our humanity, here it goes…
I think we are all hypocrites.
I know I am.
And I wonder if we accepted we are all hypocrites would we get on better? Continue reading
Long gone is his red shirt with the stitches that spelled “Pooh”.
Instead he wears a thin coat of loved off fur.
His right ear had to be thoroughly cleaned during our first, and only, deep-sea fishing trip. I was five and the seas were high. It didn’t go well for either Pooh or I.
On his left leg are the results of surgery done by my eight year old hands.
When I was 12 he went on our round-trip Ft. Lauderdale, Florida to San Francisco, California family vacation. I left him in a hotel in Jackson Hole, Wyoming and we were 40 miles down the road before his absence was discovered. My sweet parents, without complaint, turned around and drove back where we found Poor held hostage by the hotel’s maid. She was going to bring him home for her child. Dad paid her ransom to get him back.
He has gone to college, survived my kids, and now rests in my bedroom’s window seat.
We have been together since I was five months old, given to me my first Christmas, 1965. It isn’t my wish to be buried, but if I were to be, my faithful Pooh would lie beside me.
When I think of what is mine – I think of my Winnie the Pooh.
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One of the great things about being a pilot is having the opportunity to get into my friend’s airplane and take off for the day – literally. A favorite destination is flying to the beach for lunch and a few hours of sitting under an umbrella and staring at the sea. What a wonderful way to spend a sunny Saturday.
What do you do to just get away from it all?
Can you imagine…
