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When the going gets tough, the tough take over the community movie house and watch all five “Twilight” movies in a row, in costume, with contests and red flags to wave for hundreds of cringe moments. “Every time you hear “newborn,” pass the apple right.”
November 16, 2025 at 2:37 AM
When the going gets tough, the tough take over the community movie house and watch all five “Twilight” movies in a row, in costume, with contests and red flags to wave for hundreds of cringe moments. “Every time you hear “newborn,” pass the apple right.”
This Remembrance Day, first I watched the intense documentary “Sugarcane,” then an intense display of the Aurora Borealus.
Did shifting pink shafts & green curtains of light comfort kids at St. Joseph’s Mission Indian School? Soldiers trapped in WWI trenches?
thewalrus.ca/my-father-wa...
Did shifting pink shafts & green curtains of light comfort kids at St. Joseph’s Mission Indian School? Soldiers trapped in WWI trenches?
thewalrus.ca/my-father-wa...
November 12, 2025 at 6:44 AM
This Remembrance Day, first I watched the intense documentary “Sugarcane,” then an intense display of the Aurora Borealus.
Did shifting pink shafts & green curtains of light comfort kids at St. Joseph’s Mission Indian School? Soldiers trapped in WWI trenches?
thewalrus.ca/my-father-wa...
Did shifting pink shafts & green curtains of light comfort kids at St. Joseph’s Mission Indian School? Soldiers trapped in WWI trenches?
thewalrus.ca/my-father-wa...
How mom jeans fit me: www.neatorama.com/images/2012-...
February 28, 2025 at 3:21 AM
How mom jeans fit me: www.neatorama.com/images/2012-...
December 21, 2024 at 11:40 PM
Just some of my pottery output from high school, which I rediscovered when three strong fellows hauled my grandmother’s 1,800-pound upright piano, upon which the pottery had been gathering dust, around a doorway, down a flight of stairs, and out the front door.
November 1, 2024 at 1:23 AM
Just some of my pottery output from high school, which I rediscovered when three strong fellows hauled my grandmother’s 1,800-pound upright piano, upon which the pottery had been gathering dust, around a doorway, down a flight of stairs, and out the front door.