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The names we know
I met another Scott today. Nothing unusual but we delved into flashbacks. He had a nickname I’d never heard…. Scotty Potty. Apparently given to him by is kindergarten teacher. Never heard that one. Beam me up Scotty. Both heard many dozens or hundreds of times. Great Scott! One of the fewer things called over the years. A former coworker called me Scotty once…. Not impressed at all. My response was a bit curt…. “There are three types of people that call me that.” I said with as stern a voice as I could. “Those I allow. Those I tolerate. And you are neither. It’s Scott.” She stfu immediately. Anyway…. nicknames.…
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Bad Poetry Day
If you’ve been following along, on August 12, 2016 I broke my leg skating. Yeah, mostly all better 5 years later, but today I came across this. It was an attempt at something almost one year before that, at the same location my leg went boom. I find it funny that on that day, I was not skating. Should have kept it that way. Oh, you! bad meter and rhyme Stuck in my head like gum saved on bedpost Old. Dry. Flavorless. Till morning I heed the call And savor its flavor Till something else comes along #badpoetryday #notskating
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Flowers
Still with the edits…
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The Boy In All Of Us
This was not an intentional photo, and I had even forgotten about it. It was taken by accident and just uploaded like 99% of all my horrible pics. Until I looked back. The original had my thumb in the way. I did not want to upload it as it was snapped, but you know me… I luvz me a good edit. Perhaps this is good, perhaps not. The boy I once was Adults gather, and drink and laugh With dad doing man things I sit, wanting to grow old The man I am now I sit, wanting to be young
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My Mother’s Hands
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Protected: Idk
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Then and now
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Epic Novel
My Dad was always interested in his Scottish family… so he wrote all about it. Until I can get this online in text, here’s a pdf.
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Dad’s Photos
My Dad was a 35mm camera junky. Many years ago he started scanning them to get them digital. His attention to detail wasn’t fantastic, but at least we now have them accessible. During one of his house cleanouts all those cartridges of 100’s of slides got tossed out. Kinda sad actually. Scanning them made them redundant. Once or twice a year, he’d drag out the projector and we’d all sit around and relive all the places we had been. Simpler times for sure. One day I’ll do the same with all the prints in all the albums. It’s good to have memories.
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Old Time Movies
1958…. My mom and her fam in moving pictures
