American politics are humorous. The candidate people want rarely align with the machine. This primary I decided to register with a party to play in their sandbox. I decided I’ll back someone who can do more burpee’s than me, and the rest on the list combined. It doesn’t matter, I live in a flyover state.…
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To say Cuba was a culture shock, those words do not bring it justice. As we immersed into old Havana, we shared common curiosities with our gracious hosts. The Cuban embargo froze time, figuratively and literally. One piece of beauty my wife kept photographing was the tile work in the homes and businesses. We fell…
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Nothing fancy. Ice water with blueberries.
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Today is a pedestrian day. Paying bills, listening to podcasts, participating in a few of my favorite things.
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I’m in a band. I play the bass guitar. We rocked the house down. Ears still ringing…
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