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Friends & Taking A Vacation I am often surprised when asked if Carl ten Hoopen is a real person. Be assured that he is. Any doubts that you have may be due to the photograph he asked me to use on this blog. I thought his request odd, but no less peculiar than the title
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One morning⸺ it was on the fifteenth of May⸺ I was returning from visiting a colleague in Oxford when I entered that well-known door on Baker Street. Violin music, played with fierce energy, wafted from those rooms Sherlock Holmes inhabited. Mrs. Hudson greeted me. She appeared distraught. “You have to make him stop, Watson,” she
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THE RULE DIALOGUES She was a stranger I encountered in the Miners Bay Book shop on Mayne Island, British Columbia, Canada. Over the next three months, she was my Saturday morning breakfast companion at the Sunny Mayne Bakery Café. Each Saturday, she joined me at the same table. Her words came to me in black
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“Things are going to change around here since they moved in,” Andy Jost said. “You saw him?” Fred Haisch asked. Andy nodded. Fred and Andy are my neighbors. Years ago when I first moved to Evoraburg, they and Andy’s three boys put their backs into assisting me in converting the old schoolhouse into an office.
Charles van Heck's Woodhull Journal 