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From Fly Creek: Sure, I know that guy
A decade ago, “Six Degrees of Separation” was a common party game. It was inspired when actor Kevin Bacon said that he was well tied into Hollywood: he’d worked with most of the pros there—and they’d worked with the ones that he hadn’t.
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From Fly Creek: A good sturdy mug
I’ve never told you about falling on top of the doctor. That means I’ve also fallen behind in keeping you posted on Parkinson’s progress. OK, an overdue update: The Progress is, well, progressing. Some days my balance is really good, not even calling for use of a cane.
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From Fly Creek: Washing our hands, our spirits
Last Sunday had been overcast all day, and a slow drizzle began to fall around three-thirty. That didn’t bode well for Cooperstown’s 9/11 commemoration, scheduled for 6:30 p.m. that evening at the foot of the lake.
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From Fly Creek: Ten years of loss
The date Sept. 11 is as carved into our hearts as is Dec. 7 for those who were alive on that awful day in 1941. On both days our sense of security, of unquestioned invulnerability, was shattered. We were left shaken, changedperhaps forever.
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From Fly Creek: ‘We done a good job’
Back on the tractor again. After supper, almost twilight, but enough brightness left to mow our little west field. Already enough hint of evening, though, that the rooster and hens, on the lawn beyond the fence’s wire, are doing their bug-catching close to the chicken yard’s open gate.
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From Fly Creek: Selling, Fly Creek style
A loyal Fly Creeker, I always try to tout new hamlet businesses. One has recently popped up, and maybe you’ve already noted it. The Kantor family of Portabello’s, after adding a great new lunch menu, has now spun off a subsidiary.
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From Fly Creek: Larger than life
Thirty Christmases ago, Hutzler’s Department Store in Maryland routinely hired a Santa. It was a triumph of typecasting. For when my late, dear friend Albert Fields donned the costume, a metamorphosis took place.
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From Fly Creek: Important odds and ends
Well, these odds and ends are important to me, at least. They’re events that I don’t want to forget. And, since I cut out and save columns as do some of you, I’m recording the events right here. Hey, giveme some slack! I’m old and I forget things fast.
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From Fly Creek: Wobbling home
When I realized that I’d be away, right up to this week’s deadline for a column, I cameupon a good solution. If not a brainstorm; at least it was a lucid moment. I said to myself, “Self, why not share with readers the introduction to your forthcoming book, due out in mid-August? They’re probably curious, and it would be a sly piece of marketing, too. What do you say to that, self?”
Of course I agreed at once. After all, who am I to contradict me? -
From Fly Creek: You go figure ...
My great-uncle Tom, who weighed about three hundred, looked like an owl. His legs were skinny and short, but his body was as round as a horned owl with its plumage fluffed.
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