You can tell a lot about a person by what they do for recreation. The internet marketers are keeping track of everything you buy on-line, and everything you look at. They are profiling you as we speak. If you have a TV service, they are modeling you as well.
I accumulate a bushel of miles every month at work, while covering my four county, central Minnesota territory. Occasionally I encounter an abandoned homestead. The windows are gone, the clapboard siding is weather-checked and gray, patches of cedar shingles have blown from the rooftop. Often, the yard is overgrown with
November is a wild month. It demands action from man and beast. It’s like a time piece racing ahead to a final, inexorable winding down. It’s the harvest season for mankind . . . the migration season for millions of birds. It’s a swing time for nature as fall transforms
October whispers a wise old sound, the best in life is fleeting . . . would that trees retain their color, splendor drifting to Autumn grounds. The colors live in mind and memory . . . embrace their short-lived reign. Note that friends are like October, we try to hold
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I’m a constant observer of people, which feeds into my hobbies of art work and writing. We all live in our own unique universes. Yes, we are part of many larger groups, but our true personality manifests in a world of our own design. Here’s a few groups . .
Everything American tells us that we must have more – more land; more money; more house; more things; more business; more respect; more security; more professional satisfaction . . . more of everything. Imagine that you are traveling on the most important journey of your life (you are you know)
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During my high school years, my best friend stopped at my Dad’s for a visit. It was a hot, humid, no-wind day. We happened to glance out the picture window toward the lake, and noticed some strange, greenish clouds approaching from the Southwest. They looked like someone was stirring the
It’s a rare day – I’m all caught up with my work load and client files. My next home energy visit isn’t scheduled for another hour, so my mind drifts to stories – ghostly client tales, to be precise. So here goes. Sven lived on his family’s Century Farm. The
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