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marks the spot.

"All I can be-is me, whoever that is." Bob Dylan

What defines us as a person...the things we do, the things we think, what we accomplish or what our dreams are/were?

Each person we meet, even briefly, forms our character, each event adds to the making of ourselves, each thing we think, molds the person we've become.

As the fifty-sixth year of my life approaches, I wonder, who I am.  I wonder, which direction from here.

Is this the winter of discontent, of which Steinbeck and Shakespeare both wrote so eloquently?

I wonder...in the dark of the early morning.

Honoring Veterans Everywhere...

To all those who have served and are serving...

Thank you!!!!!!

Hoarfrost

Mother Nature spins her magic

with slivers of frozen moisture.

She molds and shapes masterpieces

for us to enjoy.

The magnificent sculptures disappear

with the sun's rise...

and make us doubt they were ever there.

Frost...

calls for a warm fire.