My dad during WW II maneuvers, Tennessee, 1941I still say, Give me a manual typewriter.....
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A journal of sightings of raccoons coming out of and going into the storm grate at our corner in Waukesha WI. (& etc.) The bent is nature with occasional forays elsewhere.
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- Flimsy network, click to enlarge
- poetry
- ...because their tongues had forked no lightning....
- Formal Gardens in Frame Park, Waukesha
- Perpetuum Jazzile
- Speaking of stones
- Found object
- From archen coves and caverns
- Bear 'sign'
- 'You never know'
- Three raccoons
- Telescoping flamingo, old
- Anti-malarial
- Why? (Y?)
- You go, guy!
- Re: Welsh coal miner, Richard Burton's father
- TELLING IT LIKE IT WAS
- Modern wired closures defeated by time-honored method
- Camobird jus' fline atcha
- Valuable House of Koshu Japanese hand-painted figu...
- A good story
- Directly overhead
- Errata
- You want a cemetery with that?
- Burma's Aung San Suu Kyi
- I've got ears for you, baby!
- A snapshot from Tennessee, 1941
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