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I bought this nice little thermos from the Smithsonian (and paid $15.00 more for it because it has the Smithsonian logo on it than I would at Target). Anyway, I got it to take hot chai to work with me - so it would be made the way I [...]
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I’ve lived in large cities. However, I’ve never lived in the middle of the downtown area where I was surrounded by high rises and lived in a high rise myself.
I stayed with friends in D.C. who live downtown on the 10th floor of a building.
As I lounged around in [...]
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“The government, which was designed for the people, has got into the hands of the bosses and their employers, the special interests. An invisible empire has been set up above the forms of democracy.”
~ Woodrow Wilson ~
I’m standing in front of the Capitol Building, talking to my brother on the [...]
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american life in poetry: column 052
by ted kooser, u.s. poet laureate
What a marvelous gift is the imagination, and each of us gets one at birth, free of charge and ready to start up, get on, and ride away. Can there be anything quite so homely and ordinary as a steam [...]
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“And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die.
~ U2 ~
There is something you don’t realize about Arlington National Cemetery until you are there and seeing it in person.
It is huge.
There are thousands and thousands and [...]
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Okay, not really. I don’t mind walking around cities but when you’re walking, walking, and walking to get from place A to place B and then you’re walking in place A AND place B, on concrete, marble, or whatever other hard surface they can find to line the floors/streets [...]
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american life in poetry: column 051
by ted kooser, u.s. poet laureate
Walt Whitman’s poems took in the world through a wide-angle lens, including nearly everything, but most later poets have focused much more narrowly. Here the poet and novelist Jim Harrison nods to Whitman with a sweeping, inclusive poem about the [...]
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The airplane flights were interesting.
I flew out of Flagstaff on one of the Mesa Airlines flights. They are little airplanes and I had the middle seat in the back row (5 seats across, my legs went down the aisle). I sat next to a woman with a very [...]
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Tomorrow at this time, I will be on the airplane, speeding my way toward this nation’s capital, Washington, DC.
I’m very excited. I’m going to see some old friends, see a new city, and traipse around museums. I can’t think of a better way to spend my spring break.
There [...]
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I took the photo to the right last year but it could have been taken this weekend. Actually, I think the snow was deeper this weekend. Dakota wouldn’t venture into it unless I made a path for him (finicky and spoiled dog that he is!).
I got stuck. [...]
