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One of my pleasures on Fridays is reading Chuck Wiser’s column, “Wiser’s Wramblings” in The Wellsville Sun. Chuck summarizes his column, “I write the words to share what my eyes see and my heart feels.” Chuck’s column is a reminder to “open your eyes and see,” which is something I often say. My now adult
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This past week I drove past the home of a couple that I briefly had known. Judy and Diane lived next door to me while I lived at a place I came to call Hermits Pond. The following is a poem I wrote for them. The poem deals with the early onset of Alzheimer’s Disease.
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A quiet, rainy morning. The rainfall began during the night, a soothing, tapping sound on the roof and windows. I am an odd duck, preferring cloudy, rainy days to cloudless ones with summer sunlight glaring down like an angry god. I take comfort in watching clouds, the swaying horse tails, or the grayish-tinged ships with
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A friend recently suggested to my wife that I post blogs regularly or risk losing readership. His advice is sound. Three blogs have been researched and roughly drafted. My thoughts, however, have been with mi amiga de combate. We have been friends since 1989, when we bonded over Mariachi music. During our conversation, we discovered
Charles van Heck's Woodhull Journal 