Who you are speaks so loudly I can’t hear what you’re saying. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poochie’s Day
Ellie Searl
Poochie walked past the Methodist Church and down the hill onto the short, two-lane bridge that crossed the river, which was more of a creek than a river by the time it trickled out of the mountains and meandered into the lake at the town beach. MORE . . .
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A Happy Story about Borders?
Carolyn B Healy
It seemed like a nightmare. Borders on Michigan Avenue was closing? Where would I go to have a tea and look down on the Water Tower park at throngs of shoppers? What would I do when I could no longer browse the crazy assortment of off-brand books in the basement, or look through the ironic Christmas cards on sale in January, looking for the perfect ones for next year? Where would I find another store with such character? If this iconic location could fail, what did that portend?
Soon there was an announcement. False alarm. It wouldn’t close after all. Phew! That was close. But the fear had been planted. MORE . . .