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  My wife and I don't get to go to the movies as much as we would like, but over the Holidays we managed to make a trip to the Carmike on Airport road. I kind of admire George Clooney, so when she suggested we see his latest, "The Descendants" I agreed.    It had a good primary plot about a husband (Clooney) who discovers after his wife suffers a traumatic brain injury that she has been having an

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If you believe anything that has been written about the Mayan civilization and their calendar, you know that it says the last day of all existence is December 21 2012. I don't know if that means all the Republicans in America will be assumed into heaven at the start of a great rapture, or that after a very contested Presidential election with numerous recounts Newt Gingrich will be declared

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Here in not so sleepy Trexlertown, we have the Trexlertown Mall. For as long as I have been here, we have had a Redner's, a Giant, a Kohl's and even a Bon ton. We even have a Tractor Supply Company, a Sears Hardware and an Odd Lots! That's why all the New York New Jersey transplants want to live here!    But one day the people at Giant Food Stores decided that their store was not big enough. Not

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    Last week my little black Cocker Spaniel, Lucy turned 15. On Saturday morning she died in her bed.         I kept a bed for her on the floor next to the side of the bed where my wife and I sleep. For as long as we have lived in Trexlertown, she has followed me in to bed at night and slept in her place. Whenever I rose frome bed, the vibration of me walking by her would wake her, and she

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   You can't live in the Lehigh Valley and not have at least once in your life tried those joyous sugar lumps of color called peeps. We know them and we love them. I'm sorry, but I think it is downright un-American not to enjoy peeps.    My wife discovered while planning this trip that the only Peeps Emporium on the planet was within walking distance of our Hotel and the site of her conference.

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  I was surprised last week tto learn that the date of the Apocalypse had been moved up from December 2012 to Saturday at 6 PM. I remember back in the early 1980s when people were claiming that because all the planets would be in a certain position, crazy gravitational forces would tear at the Earth and cause Earthquakes and other unimagined phenomena.    Didn't happen.    Remember all the worry

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  I was watching the one pre-10 PM show I enjoy Sunday night, The Amazing Race, when my doorbell rang. This incited a large amount of barking from two black Cocker Spaniels, and broke the tension of the shows finale.     I wasn't expecting anybody, and I was surprised to see it was one of my neighbors across the street.    And she was not happy.     You see, she goes away for weeks at a time,

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     On a recent Sunday afternoon Mrs C and I went Grill shopping, The grill on our deck is one we purchased the summer we married in 1996. Trying to light it involved holding a flame close to the propane tank, and I decided it was time for it to go to a better place.....like the junk yard.    We had been looking around the last few months, getting prices and surveying the selections at local

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   Sunday afternoons are a time for spouses to do things together. (At least when the NFL isn't on TV.) So today Mrs Casey and I were out shopping for a new grill for our deck. The grill we have, we purchased from Sears way back in 1996, the year we were married. So it has a bit of wear and tear, the burners don't work quite right, and igniting it last year involved holding a flame near a propane

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   I am a professional Logistics person.In my previous job, I managed Warehouse operations at a facility near Philadelphia. In my present job, I oversee a team of employees who unload containers from overseas.. One thing that is really making me wonder is how much stuff we buy each and every day that is from China.    It has all been hand loaded and when it gets to us, we have to get it unloaded,

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It seems kind of ironic, but I write more now than I ever did. I just don't post as much. The biggest reason for that is I have had a lot of change in my life the last three months, transitioning to a new job and different hours. But I still spend more than an hour each night before going to bed at the computer letting out whatever is on my mind.    This past weekend was the Greater Lehigh Valley

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   Will the damn Snow ever end? I don't know what is worse, getting a behemoth two feet of the white stuff in one shot ot getting 4 to 6 inches every few days for a month. This much I do know:    The wall of snow along the curb on my steet is now as high as the car windows, and backing out of your driveway is an adventure. You really can't see very far, or if anyone is coming. During the day it

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    I have had a problem lately posting. I write every day, and the ideas always seem brilliant and funny when they are flowing from my fingertips to the keyboard. I have a rule about waiting a day to post, and nothing seems to pass muster when I come back to it. I have started wondering if maybe I am being too critical of my own work. Am I self conscious about my vision issues? Spell check

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I am like most people, I have weekends off from work, and that is when I do my share of housecleaning.   If you have dogs, you know there is a bit more effort involved.   We had a few inches of snow Friday Morning, and that meant our two Spaniels, Lucy and Sally would get their feet wet. That's no big deal, we have a tile floor in our foyer, and it's no big deal to contain them and wipe them

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        In my last post I wrote about receiving a copy of The Autobiography of Mark Twain for Christmas. I have read a couple of chapters each night before going to bed, and Chapter 7 of the book has Clemens recalling his relationship with his own Mother.  When my Mom died, I was told I gave a touching eulogy, but I have never found quite the words to describe my Mom, and how she related to the

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      I haven't posted for over two months. I received numerous emails asking why, and if I was okay. To  paraphrase a famous writer whose name currently escapes me, "rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated."       It has been a very tough year. Work has been hard to come by, but I kept busy, and managed to make enough to get by, taking whatever gigs happened to come up, sometimes at

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    I attended the funeral of my wife's best friend today. They are the same age. Her friend was diagnosed with cancer in June, and died last Thursday. It was only two months after her husband died of cancer. That was only 18 months after he was diagnosed.     Having to attend two funerals in just over 60 days for a couple that is the same age as my wife and I was difficult. They were our

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Last Weekend I was down at Cape May Point New Jersey for several days taking care of some chores. Saturday Afternoon I took a break and rode my bike over to the Lighthouse at Cape May Point State Park.      I took my digital camera and headed out onto the nature trail. Mid-September is a magical time in the wetlands along the shore, because THOUSANDS of Butterflies all come out at once.      A

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In late winter 2010 one of my old Army pals lost his wife in a car accident on an icy road. I didn't find out until about a month after it happened, but we had shared several emails and talked about how he was doing.   I thought of him today when Yahoo's home page ran a e-news story about the widow of actor Patrick Swayze and how she still sent text messages telling him she loved him a year after

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Greetings from Cape May Point New Jersey. I drove down Thursday and spent the day preparing for the worst. At Sunset I rode my bike down to Stites beach, on the Delaware bay side, and digitally shot the 4 minute Sunset, which was spectacular. This morning at dawn I rode over to the lighthouse and taped the surf pounding in from the Atlantic side by the old Army Bunker.    I tried to upload those

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I tried to find a picture at Google images of eggs with multiple yolks, but this is all I could get. People are always asking me what makes me think the way I do, and I really can't tell them, because I don't know. I would ask all the people in my head, but every time I try they go on conference call and ignore me.    But the recent recall of a half a billion eggs has me wondering. I eat pretty

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  Last Wednesday I attended a burial service for a friend, a guy barely over fifty. While we were standing at the grave around 11:00AM, I thought back to all the funerals I had attended as a kid. My Dad was heavily involved in Catholic church activities, and I was an altar boy. I only lived a block from the church, so I naturally got the call to serve mass and carry the incense at graveside

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When I was twelve years old, we had a 8 year old boy come to stay with us for about three months. This was in addition to the regular daily collection of ragamuffins that hung out in our home. The best way to describe this kid was to say that he had behavioral issues. In 2010 he would see a counselor and get prescribed Ritalin, after being diagnosed as being ADD. In 1973, My mom would tell him to

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          For most people, a 25 year anniversary is a reason to celebrate, but for me, the memory of August 8 1985 is one I wish I could forget. I was an enlisted man in the United States Army, stationed at Kelly Barracks in Darmstadt FRG. That was about an hour south of Frankfurt by train. My MOS (military Operating Specialty) was 12B,Combat Engineer, and I was assigned to Charlie Company of the

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 When I was growing up, my Mom told us many stories that she relayed from her time as a young girl growing up on a farm in Southwestern Ohio.      My Mom was born in 1916, so many of her stories relate to the early 1930's and the great depression.      But one of my favorite stories is one she told every time there was a fight in our house. My parents were foster parents to several hundred

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July 22nd would have been Stephen Vincent Benet's 112th Birthday. Unfortunately, he died in NY City in the early 1940's, but many people don't realize that Benet was born, right here, in the Lehigh Valley, in Fountain Hill. How about that? A Pulitzer Prize winning Author born right here?! Think it's something we should be proud of, and maybe celebrate? I do, but it seems no one else does. Benet

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         I have read some things on the Internet and in the mainstream media the last few days that have me pretty ticked off.  I am going to relay an event that happened almost twenty years ago. I was twenty eight years old and was living in a house I had purchased from my parents. It was November of 1990, right after Thanksgiving. I was at home on a Saturday afternoon watching College Football

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   Everytime I log onto the social networking site of Facebook, I am greeted with an advertisement for the "Allentown Bucket List." even though I live in Trexlertown. Last weekend, while I was visiting Brown University in Providence Rhode Island, when I logged on I was entreated with a "Providence Bucket List."     I found it fascinating how that changed by location, I know why, but that is for

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I hope so. It occured to me that maybe God didn't need groundskeepers, but that doesn't go along with the whole great plan of giving us free choice.   As a fallen away Catholic, if the Pope has any hope of ever getting me back in the fold, he needs to let me believe that there is more to do up there than play Bingo, say the Rosary, or Bowling and Golfing with Jesus. Some of us need something

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There comes a time in every home owner's life, when you have to replace a toilet seat. No matter how comfortable it might be, if you are getting splinters in unwanted parts of your body, you gotta do what you gotta do. Some things you just can't fix with duct tape.   And even if you try, your wife is not going to be happy about it.    So off we went to the home improvement store, where Mrs C.

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I had an early Morning Breakfast with some Friends Saturday, but I got home in time to take a very important call from LOWES. About 8:45 AM the phone rang. "Mr Casey, Your delivery window is 10 AM to 1 PM."   Oh yeah, it has been 6 long years of pushing the lawn mower around, but now I have a riding mower, thanks to the love and generosity of Mrs C.  Kathy Frederick at the Junk Drawer Blog might

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    Over the past three weeks one of my old friends from the Army that I had not heard from in close to twenty years reached out to me on Facebook. We started trading messages and over the course of time he told me about how his wife had been killed in a car accident caused by the bad weather in February.     We share things with other people for all kinds of reasons. sometimes it is

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This is not our Christmas tree. It's a picture I pulled off Google images. I know, I know, Christmas was what, 15 weeks ago? I have been busy, blogging and stuff.     Anyways, I got up around 5 AM, left at 6 AM. and drove the three hours home. We were at the annual Saturday night family Easter dinner gathering and I came home on this beautiful spring day with the express purpose of getting some

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  I read the papers around the state everyday at lunch time. This gem was too hard to pass up. It had all the variables required for a great story. A man. a dead possum. police. Excessive alcohol.    Read Here.

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Look ladies, we guys know one thing for sure, and that is we love you. But there are many things that make us want to pull what little hair we have on our receding hairlines out.   So I kicked this around with the guys at work, and here is the first thing that came to their minds:   Why in God's name do you always wait until the two minute warning to decide that we need to go shopping NOW?

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I visit Dunkin Donuts at least four times a week. It is to the point that when I pull into the drive thru and lower the window, the guy says "Good Morning, pull ahead."   Okay. the guy is an Immigrant from India. He has a family with children, and from my almost daily interaction with him in the last three years since that particular Dunkin Donuts' opened, I have learned that his relatives own

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Every once in awhile circumstances occur that demand I take an unexpected Road Trip!   On Tuesday, Fate reared her head and set things in motion.   Yesterday morning Mrs C left for St. Thomas in the United States Virgin Islands on a mission. She comes back next Tuesday. But to be allowed back on the United States mainland, she needs to produce proof of citizenship. We have traveled many times

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In many public places there is background music playing in the restrooms. We don't have any music over the PA system at work, but yesterday I was washing my hands and heard someone humming the Jeopardy theme music from inside a stall.   What made me laugh out loud was that as they hit the last note of the theme, they flushed the toilet.    Which got me to thinking, what if the person was

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  Tuesday Morning there will be a gathering of mourners on the East Side of Allentown. They will be paying final respects to a Father and a friend. He was also a de facto Godparent to my wife. Last Spring my wife and I were in the room when the gentleman had the doctors disconnect life support after his wife of sixty years had suffered a brain aneurysm. We were privileged to see him take that

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We have a lot going on at work, but this morning several deer cut across our parking lot and ran into the woods beside our building. Later when UPS came I grabbed my camera and took some shots of one of the deer watching us. It's been a hard winter for us, how do you think the wildlife are handling it? They don't know to get to the grocery store and stock up, they get by on what they can get. It

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Saturday morning I took my wife to lunch at a local place we frequent regularly. A large part of the regular clientele comes from nearby assisted living centers. We were sitting in a booth at a window when two women who were both on the far side of 80 years of age came in. One using a walker, the other using a cane. They were seated in the booth behind us. Neither had a hearing aid. Which

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 (I've had this in drafts for a while, and I needed a laugh.) Punsxutawny Phil was just the beginning. You think the snow is bad? Who knew the varmints were training in the woods for a military strike?    Fortunately I have two vigilant Cocker Spaniels guarding my home. I bet the Pennsylvania Lottery is rigged, That Damn Groundhog Gus is probably their leader and sending out secret messages to

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Does this look like the end of your Driveway? it sure seems that way to me on my street. It took me two hours just to shovel one side of my driveway wide enough to get one car in. I think I spent a total of five hours in all clearing it from curb to curb. Over the last few days I picked away at it a few feet at a time. I think the unofficial motto of the Snow Plow drivers in my Municipality is:

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....there is more on the way. Yesterday I spent more than two hours clearing the ice and snow out of all my rain gutters. I also cleared all the snow I could away from the foundation of my house.This is some friendly advice and a reminder to many of my friends that you need to give the water someplace to go once the snow starts melting, unless you want the water in your basement. Even worse,

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When Someone is killed participating in a sport at the World wide level, it is going to be news. . I personally feel that sudden unexpected death is the hardest to cope with.What's got me up on my pulpit is the media morons and their handling of it. How many times do we have to see the footage of him slamming into the steel pillar at 90 MPH? Tonight CBS news had a reporter trying to get the

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Through the magic of Computers, I can take a post I wrote Wednesday night, add a picture I took on Thursday Morning, and post!This is a picture of the sidewalk up to my building at work. I took it from the door looking out.What's crazy is that the snow blower guy came and cleared the Sidewalk. After he left, the guy plowing the parking lot plowed it shut! I dug some of it out, but then I called

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You have to love the weather people in the Delaware and Lehigh Valleys. The race to give the scariest forecast is on! I don't know for sure who coined the word "Snowmageddon" or even "Snowpocalypse", but I can't wait to see who claims to have been the most accurate in predicting this storm. As if that is going to matter?! The Schwartz guy on NBC 10 is my favorite when it comes to accuracy. I

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Like everyone else, I get my share of Spam Emails. I occasionally explore the list of emails in the Spam filter to see if anything legitimate accidentally ended up there. I explore the ones that look interesting, and this week I got one that made me laugh out loud: Dear Chris, "Have you ever had, or are you considering, having a C-section?" Yep, that is what it said. Now in defense of

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Monday Morning my lovely wife sent me an email with this article attached. It was on MSN and detailed how having a blog can both help and hurt a person's professional career. In recent months the news has been full of accounts detailing how individuals lost their jobs because of information or opinions they posted on the Internet. "Facebook Firing" is sure to show up next year under new terms

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I am all for helping the people of Hait as much as I am people who suffer from any natural disaster.But there comes a time when I think the motives of some so called "helpers" are purely selfish.When Gov Rendell personally escorted 40 some orphans on a plane to Pittsburgh, I saw a potential act of kindness perverted to a PR stunt.Call me a cynic or whatever, but all I saw was a political

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Last Wednesday I headed over to Valley Sports and Arthritis Surgeons for my biannual check up. I had my right hip replaced in January 2006, at the ripe old age of 44. I was the youngest person my surgeon had done at that time, and he told me it was one of the worst degenerative joint conditions he had ever seen. My surgery was January tenth of that year, and I was back at work by May. Every two

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If you were to play a word association game with me and say "Super Bowl", I would answer, "my Dad died." I have nothing against the Super Bowl, I love Football and I am looking forward to a very exciting game this year. I think Peyton Manning is incredible and playing at a whole other level, but I love underdogs and its hard not to cheer for New Orleans. I will be happy no matter who wins.My

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When it comes to Home Delivery, some people stopped trying long ago.I am old enough to remember when someone delivered your phone book by ringing your doorbell and politely handing it to you.Way back in the summer of 1980, when I had finished my Freshman year of college, I earned $35.00 for every 200 phone books I could deliver. I had a 72 Dodge back in those days, and it could hold a lot of

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We have a new snack machine at work. as well as a new snack vendor. The old vendor used a machine that you had to put quarters in and turn a dial to use. As you rotated the dial the item you wanted moved to the left and fell down to the access door. The old vendor complained that the employees weren't buying very much out of his machine. There was a good reason for that. You know how stuff has

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..........you have been up 16 hours and your wife asks you if you will go get her some Yocco's and you do. I was willing to go to McDonald's and get her an Oreo McFlurry as well, but this way I got to get an order of Pirogies. I also got the inspiration for this post. What food inspires the romance in your life? What food do you have a romantic relationship with? My personal food love

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Sometimes I get asked what inspired me to write a certain post. Well this post has its roots in posts I read over the weekend that from two other Lehigh Valley Bloggers. The first influencing post was from Renee James blog, "It's not me, it's you." Her post was titled "Winding Down" and she wrote about the generational divide between people who still wear watches and those who don't, but carry

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Today's walk down memory lane is inspired by Judge Judy. Last night I was writing while Judge Judy's top rated show was on in the background. The Show is called Judge Judy, but it should be titled "America's Biggest Idiots." What in God's name would possess people to go on national television and air the stupidest things they have ever done for all to hear? Last nights show included a guy who

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I don't consider myself a snob. but there are things I will pay a little bit more to have. One of them is Ritz Crackers for my soup. I like Soup. I probably have a bowl of Campbell's Chicken Noodle soup at least three or four times a week for a meal.Yesterday after I worked out at my gym, (Only Snobs would say that, right?) I stopped at Redners (Where the little people shop) to pick up a few

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If you haven't already, it is time to flush your Christmas spirit away. Whether it is good or bad, just let it go. Don't get me wrong, I love the holidays but I think starting the Christmas season on October first is a bit early. It doesn't seem all that special anymore. So now we head into the "DEAD" of winter. I tried to look it up on Google for a good definition, but couldn't find one. I

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Facebook is always inviting me to become a "FAN" of something or other, so here are three groups I would join if they existed.PUT DERBE ECKHART IN A CAGE! Become a FAN!Derbe, "Skip" Eckhart is the idiot owner of Almost Heaven (But more like Hell) kennels who had several hundred animals seized from his property in 2008 during a raid, yet still claims he was only looking after their best interests.

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I am one of those people who thinks it is absurd to use the last week of the calendar year as a reason to make a list of who died in the last 12 months and review it. It IS important to remember those no longer in our personal lives, but I did not see any celebrity as a particularly great loss. In the Post "John and Kate" world, I think our culture has lost a piece of our collective soul by

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Tomorrow (Tuesday) is the first full day of winter and every December 22 I think of my Mom, who was born on this day in 1916. Yes, my Mom would be 93 today if she were still alive. My Mom was quite the story teller. As a woman who ran a foster home, she needed to have stories at the ready for every occasion. When I was around twelve years old, we had a Christmas where the house was

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I have had some bad weeks in my life. Last week was not the worst, but it was definitely not the best. So for tonight (Tuesday as I write this) I am going to focus on something I am happy about.This year I finished a novel. Not 75%, n0t 90%, but 100%. I wrote it from start to finish over seven months. I based it on the outline I wrote seven years ago when my dog Fred died. This past Saturday

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I promise this will not turn into a "I miss my dog blog" but I have to get it out of me, this sense of loss I feel. I thought I was getting past it, but this morning it really hit me. I got up for work at 4 AM, and when I opened the bathroom door after showering and shaving, she was not there waiting. I let my other two out into the yard, and I didn't have to go out and find her to get her in

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On the left is Fred, and on the right is Ethel. My wife and I could not have been more blessed than to have the companionship of these two dogs in our lives.Fred lived 16 years, I had his pain ended on May 9, 2002.Ethel made Fred's last 4 years as his health gradually failed easier for all of us to cope with.She didn't just rescue Fred, she rescued my wife and I as well.We think she suffered a

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I am not ready for it, but I have one in my wallet. So another year has passed, and my downward march continues into oblivion. But there is hope! Guess what my daily Horoscope in the paper says today?Check this out:If December 10 is your Birthday - Between now and mid-February, you might feel like that battery bunny that just keeps going and going. You possess initiative and business savvy,

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It is Random Tuesday Thoughts time, and I have had a whole bunch of things running around inside my head the last few days.Have any of you been into one of the Home Improvement stores lately? I think Lowes and Home Depot are having a contest to see who can sell the most stuff people can put on their lawn for any reason.I really believe the Electric companies are behind this craziness to sell

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I love Christmas. At Chrismas time, there are people who act like assholes, and then immediately apologize! I have noticed in recent days that many of them blog! Because we all know, Santa is watching! and Reading Blogs. God knows he has nothing else to do. Today's topic is how many American consumers have become victims of what I refer to as the the real Jolly Boots of doom, OUR CHRISTMAS

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Hey everybody!Welcome to my contribution to the Blogosphere's Random Tuesday extravaganza!If you check out my Blogroll, you will see some wonderful, humorous bloggers who live all over the United States, Canada, and in one case, Australia.I enjoy their contributions to Random Tuesday thoughts, so I decided I needed to share mine.My chosen topic for today is all the useless brouhaha over the

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Thanksgiving has come and gone for another year. It is always seems easy to me to point out everything that is wrong and gripe about it. I hope that everybody took a few minutes to reflect on the many things that people who happen to live in America take for granted and are a true blessing. (Insert what you are thankful for here.)I traveled to Cape May Point New Jersey for Thanksgiving dinner, at

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James Thurber was born in Columbus, Ohio on December 8, 1894, and attended Ohio State University.I grew up in Columbus, Ohio. I attended The Ohio State University. I was born on December 10, 1961 James Thurber is one of my literary heroes. He is best well known for his cartoons and covers of The New Yorker magazine, but I know him for his wicked wit and view of life around him. To see his

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Some of my readers might recognize the title of today's post as a song and dance number from the movie and current Irving Berlin Stage Play, "White Christmas." I saw it yesterday, and in a day or two I will give my review of the amazing show.I'm using the title today though because it best represents how in my view many people like me dance our way through life. We leap, two step, and even

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Yesterday Mrs C wanted to buy one new fish to keep our lone blue damsel company. She ended up buying three, but on of them was a pink Goby. It looks identical to the one I found a picture of at Google images, which you see here. We also got a new algae blennie, and some other multicolored rainbow looking fish, which I'm not waking her up at 1 AM to ask what it is again.Most Importantly, we

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You know that saying about it is always darkest before the dawn? I hope dawn gets here soon.So far this week, all but one of our fish died. I really don't know what happened to cause the heater to fail, but when I went into the family room early Sunday morning, our tropical tank was all fogged up, and the water temp had dropped to room temperature, 65 degrees. We had three floaters, and Bob the

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I take great pride in being a "Super" voter. But voting in every election, while an exercise in civic duty, has a heavy price. You get robocalls and mail. Lots of both. And it is all spoon fed blather that either paints one candidate as a saint or the other as the Antichrist. We have one of those phones that announces the name of the caller with a robot voice. "Call from Unavailable was a

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This is crazy Sally. We love Sally, but she does the damnedest things that makes me crazy and irritates the heck out of me.We have invisible fence, but we still have to put Sally on a long leash because no matter how high we turn the shock up, she just ignores it.So today I come home from work, and I let Sally, and our two other dogs, Lucy and Ethel, out in the yard. While they are out, I decided

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I love dogs, everybody who knows me knows that. Dogs are Central characters in just about everything I have ever written, and I am naturally drawn to books about dogs.My first thought on hearing the title was that it was about 100 dogs. Well that was just some pretty unoriginal thinking on my part.The story, according to the back cover, is this:In the late seventeenth century, famed teenage

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You have got to see this to believe it. Muppets, a spoof of a famous Charlie Daniels band song, and Pot. Absolutely Priceless! You will not see this on Sesame Street!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUBwfMj9rV8

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There is that old saying that "the Truth is Stranger than fiction" How strange is the Truth in the Lehigh Valley? Here are a few of my favorite news stories Locally: This summer A local Volunteer Fireman was arrested and charged with DUI at the scene of a fire. His fellow Volunteers called police and turned him in. While that was hanging over his head, he was arrested and charged with

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Just when you think The Gosselin Channel, er, I mean TLC, the Learning Channel is going to end our long national Nightmare and cancel all things John and Khate Gosselin, along comes the Heene family of Colorado. What kind of dysfunctional family do you have to be to get a TV show these days? The Heenes were a one episode disaster on something called "Wife Swap." I guess that one episode made

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Today I received something I have been expecting for quite awhile. A rejection of my novel from an agent. I was not sold on the hype I was receiving from the person editing my manuscript. I had sold the agent on the concept, and she wrote me that she enjoyed my work after reading the manuscript over three days. She offered a candid critique, and some suggestions, but she also explained she felt

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Last night about 7:30 I was sitting on my porch enjoying a cold Coors light with all three dogs, when I heard an animal scream. I think it was a cat, and it came from the swampy area behind our home. Then a powerful and unmistakable odor reached my nose. The two older dogs rose and headed to go into the house. But Crazy Sally, our Cocker/Springer mix, bounded off the porch to investigate. I

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Last year I was out doing yard work on a Sunday when a neighbor Mom chastised her son for hitting his little sister in the head with a flaming pumpkin. There were no reported serious injuries then, but I hope this year to ward off any more flaming pumpkin attacks before they happen. I don't usually decorate for Halloween, and I am not leaning towards it, but Mrs C spotted a big pink

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I love living in the bucolic settings of somewhat rural Lehigh County, near the Berks County border. I live in Trexlertown, which is located in the Southwest corner of Upper Macungie Township. You can walk from one end of Trexlertown to the other in about fifteen minutes. But hey, we are going big time drug dealer out here! Check out this news story that shows we have our share of big city

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Today after work, I made what I hope will be my last visit to RCN's office on Avenue C in Bethlehem PA. I took the one dysfunctional converter box that I had and turned it on. We now have Direct TV, the 150 channel package at 34.99 a month, plus 3 additional converter boxes at $5 bucks a piece. My bill for Television will be $49.99 a month for one year, and then goes up to a total of $69.99 a

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I live about ten miles west of the third largest city in Pennsylvania, Allentown. Now you would think that a city with 120,000 residents and close to a total of a half million living in the metro area would have a newspaper presence of some distinction. You would be wrong. If you visit their website, here is one of today's Allentown Morning Call lead stories/headlines: Kate says dogs will be

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We are one of those families who thanks to the wisdom of our Township Supervisors back in the late 1980s and early 1990s don't get a choice of cable provider. You see, back then RCN and Service Electric paid for exclusivity rights in new developments. (Our house was built in 1991)The Supervisors eagerly gobbled up the rights fees into the public treasury, trading away the rights of future

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Saturday Morning I was up bright and early. By 8 AM I was over at Vallos bakery and picked up crullers and cookies. I also stopped at the Allentown Farmer’s market and purchased some fresh pork chops and soup bones to make for my three puppy girls. (That sounds sort of gay, huh? Oh well.) It rained torrentially the entire time, but despite that I made one last stop before returning home. I

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It is a simple pleasure of life for me, sitting at the kitchen table on a Saturday morning. three dogs curled up on an over sized bed at my feet, while I read the news online and enjoy my omelet and coffee.According to the calendar, summer does not end for at least another week, but the silence that hangs down from the gray skies this morning says that is over.Pumpkins are already starting to

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(I have several posts I have composed on files in MS Word, but I am going to do something I rarely do, and post something directly from my personal journal)Thirteen years ago today, as the sun was setting somewhere behind the cloud cover of Hurricane Fran, my wife and I shared our wedding vows under a tent during an incredible downpour.We are going to be heading out to dinner later this afternoon

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Wow, what a beautiful Monday evening. Around seven o'clock I spent about twenty minutes sitting out on my front porch watching the dogs amuse themselves chasing birds, squirrels, chipmunks, and anything else that dared trespass into our yard. Now they are tired, and I am sitting at the kitchen table writing on my laptop. That is where I took this picture. I am outlining the story of my

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Sorry about the lack of new posts to my two dozen loyal readers, but I have been busy. First I attended my H.S. 30 year reunion last weekend. I had to drive a round trip of over 1000 miles to see some old friends, but it was interesting. Second I am working on a second book, while editing the first. Throw in that I am still working full time Monday thru Friday, and you get my drift.

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Saturday started out like it was not going to go so well. Mrs C and I headed to lunch at the Texas Roadhouse. We were in the mood for steak. We were seated. And for 15 minutes, while people were seated and served all around us, we were ignored. So we left. We went elsewhere for lunch. That happens sometimes. We went to a local family owned Italian place, and had a great meal. Sometimes

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I Hate Mondays. Is there any other day of the week that we all want to avoid any more than Monday? I think it would really help the economy if we went to a three day work week. Everybody should get a four day weekend! Can you imagine if you could pick your days off like that? I would immediately choose a Tuesday through Thursday work week, with Friday through Monday off! I am even willing

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I like to spend some solitary time on Sunday at Fairview Cemetery on South Lehigh Street in Allentown. Every week I mow and weed whack around markers in sections O, N, and P. Every other week I hit 5 specific graves in other sections. Three are Revolutionary War veterans, and one was a Battlefield Surgeon in the fifth PA Regiment during the Civil War at the Battle of the Wilderness. The Fifth

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Everybody is either "tweeting" or doing something on Facebook. That's fine, if you have time for it, but I don't. However, because I enjoy going against the grain in all things, I have decided to look into starting my own social network. I am going to call it "Fartbook!" Instead of creating friends, this network will allow you to list the people you would like to FART on. Now you can list

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Okay gang, I have a lot on my mind, but here goes: Do we really care if Michael Jackson was murdered or not? Should it be front page news? I kind of think Afghanistan is more important, but who knows. My local paper is reporting that a local girl is dating John of "John and Kate plus eight." That was their freaking lead headline. Is this what America's lowest denominator has evolved to? This

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I Tweet. Sometimes. I haven't tweeted in a couple of weeks, but I check in every few days to read what others are tweeting. I also get emails notifying me when people are following me. Now if it is somebody I know, I am fine with it, but lately i keep getting tweeted by women I have never met. They have names like "sexyeliza" or "humpalina" (I am exagerating here), and when I curiously

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I like to think of myself as a regular guy. When I was a kid, my Dad taught me many things. One thing he taught me that I still do to this day is to hold the door for a lady, or when approaching an automatic door, to step aside and always let a lady or ladies go first.It makes me crazy these days, to see that most men have forgotten this social grace.I find it ironic that I hear from younger men

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My regular readers know that a few weeks ago I got some new fish for our tank and some crabs. Yeah, I know how that sounds. Anyways, my favorite purchase was Mr. Shy, the carnivore Shrimp. He replaced cranky the crab, who rolled over and played, "Bait." A couple of weeks ago, Mr Shy disappeared. We thought maybe he had shed his skin and was hiding. We were wrong. We believe the rest of the

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