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Weekly Contest #347
Speaking Of SuperpowersFor now, I am going to ignore the fact that I am not great at learning languages. It is exceedingly difficult for me. But I am going to circumvent that for today and talk about another skill. Full disclosure, I am typing this using one finger on my cell phone. I thought learning to type would be my ticket to success. For Randy not so much.This is Why I Cannot TypeI was in 10th grade; I took a typing class. It was the first class in the morning. One must love the smell of white out at 8 o’clock in the morning. Those wer...
Weekly Contest #345
State Hill Road twists and turns through two small hills, curls into a valley and eventually makes its way to the banks of the Tully. The Tully is what everybody called the river. It was an area where very few people lived. Today it is under a hundred feet of water because the stream is a recreational lake. It is and always has been a scenic rural area. Farm tractors were more common than the automobile. Men in feathered caps, drove gigantic, huge Sedans faster than the road allowed. Usually this was done with a beer can in the left hand and...
Weekly Contest #344
You knew it was within the realm of possibility. The last few months were a bloodbath of sorts. It was not as bad as expected, and it is still not over. The smell of smoke and fresh gunfire clung to the town. People were nervous and their mental health a tinderbox. The dark eyed juncos were now returning to the trees and a brave coyote wandered up the hill by the powerlines. I had not been grocery shopping in weeks. We stockpiled food before the violence broke out. We could see it coming for years. Being in Washington state, the violence was...
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