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 IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME

25.06.26 01:41 PM - By BlueSkies - Comment(s)

Summer is here, and for many of us, with it comes an urge to go someplace we may have read about but never visited.  If you’re looking for a fun, family-oriented destination, I have a suggestion to make.


 A copy of the latest edition of The Monitor, the Naples, Texas, 140-year-old newspaper...


 And The Band Played On

10.06.26 08:47 PM - By BlueSkies - Comment(s)
A reflection on a bygone era of politics, recalling a respected senator who focused on service and accomplishments rather than attacking opponents. A timely reminder that positive leadership never goes out of style.

Dear Friend,

19.05.26 11:04 PM - By BlueSkies - Comment(s)

Summer is coming!  When I was a child, this not only meant a change in temperature, but it seemed to me my whole world changed. 

For your edification, I am sharing with you some important summer rules.


1) You cannot go barefoot until after June first.


 2) If you get a sandspur stuck in y...



In spite of the ice and snow in parts of the country, I can tell spring is on the way.  The narcissus and azalea are blooming and the amaryllis are beginning to emerge. Many of you are also beginning to emerge from your winter stupor and make plans for a “spring break.”

02.04.26 11:13 AM - By BlueSkies - Comment(s)
In spite of the ice and snow in parts of the country, I can tell spring is on the way.  The narcissus and azalea are blooming and the amaryllis are beginning to emerge. Many of you are also beginning to emerge from your winter stupor and make plans for a “spring break.”

I don't know where we'll be going or what we'll do when we get there.

You put on your bib and tucker - I'll wear a flower in my hair.

See the sunlight on the water.

Feel the sand beneath your feet.

Hear the laughter and the music?

Feel the breeze upon your face.

 There is magic where we're going

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  AMELIA ISLAND

05.03.26 03:57 AM - By BlueSkies - Comment(s)

At dawn, where vines climb wind-swept trees,

A cry is borne on salty breeze.

The sound of wings fills the air.

I look for gulls, but none are there.

They’ve flown at light of day.

 

At noon, the sun has risen high.

I hear the seagulls’ ruckus cry,

While standing on the briny sand

where sea birds cry out...