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DelMarVa – Chincoteague Pony Swim

Delmarva Peninsula – Delaware – Maryland – Virginia   Play Misty for Me I  somehow was never introduced to the children’s book Misty of Chincoteague. The book that recounts the story of a wild pony that was purchased from auction by a young brother and sister. The children had raised money by harvesting clams to purchase the pony with the unique marking of a map of the USA on her side.  When I heard the story of the Chincoteague pony swim, I just knew it was something I had to[…]

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Happy Birthday to me….(no,not that birthday)

Today I celebrate 3 years of sobriety, in AA parlance this anniversary is referred to as my birthday. (A day of rebirth I suppose) It won’t be with much fanfare other than receiving a token from my sponsor.  I did however take a moment to reflect and consider what the past years sober have meant. I can laugh, I can cry. I can grieve and mourn, rejoice and celebrate. I can win and I can lose. I can appreciate success and learn from failure.  I can form new meaningful friendships,[…]

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Chattanooga, TN

Pardon me, boy Chattanooga is a layover stop en-route to Florida.  The only thing I know about Chattanooga is from the song of choo-choo fame.  We stay at the Lavender and Lace room at a charming Bed and Breakfast, the Garden Walk Inn in nearby Lookout Mountain. The gloomy raining winters day begins with a walking tour of downtown. We cross the Walnut Street  bridge traversing the Tennessee River.   A dog statue serves as greeter and talisman offering a high four before crossing into a small shopping district on the[…]

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Look mom, I’ve got a blog

Like most new bloggers you wonder who might really care what you have to say. I’m counting on one regular reader, Mom! And thats only if her Samsung tablet is working at the time.   Now, she’ll never comment as that is too scary. Having grown up and worked with technology, I certainly don’t understand the fear associated with using technology that many previous generations demonstrate. There is this innate fear that “I’ll break it”. So mom, run you finger up and down the screen, click on those little links[…]

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