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Seasonal Sentiments

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MERRY Christmas FELIZ NAVIDAD JOYEUX NOEL HAPPY HANUKKAH BLESSED KWANZAA Playing For Change | Feliz Navidad If God were to send out a 2011 Christmas card, it would undoubtedly be ecumenical.

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Artzy Fartzy

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It was the annual Boat Parade of Lights on the Indian River last night. I'm no geek! My tech is done using common sense and serendipity, with simple inexpensive tools. ...but this assortment is an artzy array of splash. The fun was being there.

Old, Older, Oldest

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Perhaps I'm getting old. I don't care. I don't feel old. Recently, I visited the oldest city in our United States of America, St. Augustine, Florida.  I felt young there. What history!  What a confluence of forces!  And Christopher Columbus started it all. Ponce de Leon was Columbus' First Mate on his second trip to the New World in 1493.  Ponce stayed on. Wikipedia  tells of the Spanish, French, and English all contesting for dominance at this site in the 16th C. In the 17th Century, the Spanish built Castillo de San Marcosa, a fort made of coquina rock. This rock of shell fragments made the fort impenetrable. It remains the oldest standing fort in North America of that type of masonry. St. Augustine has more than its share of oldest. Oldest wooden school house. Oldest street. So on... The movers and shakers of the 19th Century settled in in style. In 1888, Henry M. Flagler, John D. Rockefeller, Thomas Edison, and Louis C. Tiffany built the qui

Life's a Lot Like a Game of Poppit!

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The playing field is set. Strategy helps. Prizes are released only in paired - or greater - matched balloons. Winning isn't always about numbers.  High scores will not yield a win if a single balloon with a prize is left unmatched. Low scores may yield a win if all prizes have been released. Win or lose, one is compelled to continue. Pogo Poppit

Dreams Are Never Done

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I soar. I glide. I fall. I trip. I pick myself up and try again, and again, and again - ad infinitum. Out there, above the heaviness, I see gleaming connections, threading a weave from heart to heart.  I see life's tapestry, resplendent in radiant patterns of shadow and light.   It's a design no one truly defines. Attempting definition may diminish its splendor. I'll try anyway.  I'll do it for myself alone. I'll continue the dream.