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The Existing in BFE Book Sweepstakes is now history.  But before I announce the winners let me make a couple comments. First, the number of applicants was small, very small.  I had anticipated a higher number if only because we were giving away a free top-rated book.  I recall a couple around Emerald City, now long gone, who went to all the local visitations to eat, even if they did not know the decedents.  They even stuffed food in her purse as a kind of doggie bag.   Spouses and friends of friends, I wrongly assumed, would be throwing their hats in the ring.  Unfortunately, I discovered this blog either has readers who can't read, or don't, or no readers at all.  

But I'm a plucky little pirate and am thrilled at those who did take the time to send me their emails for the chance to win.  Thank you to those who joined in the sweepstakes.  

As a thank you to those who have followed the blog all three applicants will receive a copy of A Gentleman In Moscow.  Thank you Mses. B., H., and M!  Thanks again.  I'll be getting those to you as soon as I can.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.     





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The Wombie has been golfing lately.  It is the end of the season and they are like Mayflies:  doing as much as they can before the end.  I even spent a few hours out at the Club having a cold beer with him and a couple buddies, Danny, Mike and Ed.  I must be out of form, however.  Woke up with a headache.  Just goes to show you can't expect to be good at anything if your don't practice.


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The tree in the Wombie's back yard is a nice big majestic thing.  While looking for cicada shells  (Norah's coming up here in a week!) I spotted this tree pearl.  Never seen anything like it.



Explanation:  it's not an egg or a pearl, but seems to be some sort of fungi that sprang/sprung from a previous one.     


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Soprano's fan?


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I saw this somewhere and thought it perfect for exes, lost relationships, brief encounters and just about anyone who has grown distant from another.  

“Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.”

Ally Condie

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Did you all enjoy the eclipse?  It was fun to see all the supply-and-demand increase in prices around the affected areas.  Rooms, car rentals just to name a couple all went way way up.  While trying to get a $5 pair of eclipse glasses I noticed they went up to $58.00.  By the way, its only gouging if it is a national emergency.  All others are considered capitalism, and legal. 

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Disgusted by your $25-35 gas bill fill-up?  Not as bad as the guy who gassed up before me.

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Remember my talking a bit about barn finds.  This is one found in some unknown spot, maybe even Europe.  My heart would stop.  Right there.



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Watched a clip last night of Frank Reynolds telling us on ABC news 38 years ago that the next solar eclipse would be on August 21, 2017.  Even more amazing, to me anyway, is the astronomical math responsible to determine that.  How could they have known, even with the computer technology of  1979? 

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Walked by this car somewhere and noticed a very safety conscious kid protecting her friend.

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You simply can't beat a sunrise in Northlandia. 

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Gone a couple weeks and my clients are falling apart.  Well, Papa's gone fishin'.

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A Trumpian moment, captured by White House pool reporter Ben Jacobs of The Guardian:
  • "At approximately 2:39, the President initially gesticulated to the crowd below and pointed at the sky. As he did so, one of the White House aides standing beneath the Blue Room Balcony shouted 'Don't look.'"
He looked. 







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