“There Is Society Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar” -Byron

"A shipwreck gave a man limitless opportunity to know himself if only he cared to find out. He could always press further, dig deeper, find places no one had mastered. To Chatterton, there always seemed to be opportunity on a shipwreck, even the simple wrecks: the opportunity to confront the problems really worth solving, and... Continue Reading →

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A Susceptible Mind

The key ingredient was to find a person of faultless poise. A person willing to see both sides of the argument, but also the ability to find an equilibrium permitting the completion of the task at hand. With two forces tugging at both ends, which way would he turn when the time came? The end... Continue Reading →

Lest We Forget

A Tribute to a Veteran of Vietnam by Julie K. Weber-Torres is labelled as an ode to the heroism of a daughter's father, but after reading I can't help but be amazed by the compassion, resolve and love of a father's daughter. When a parental figure has spent more time out of your life than... Continue Reading →

Say It With Me Now, People…

"How does one conquer fear of death, the most primordial of terrors….Dogs in a pack find courage to take on a lion.  Each hound knows its place.  He fears the dog ranked above and feeds off the fear of the dog below.  Fear conquers fear.  This is how we Spartans do it, counterpoising to fear... Continue Reading →

The War That Shall Not Be Named

"WCCO radio is interrupting this program to bring you breaking news. An Associated Press report confirms that at dawn, Sunday the twenty-fifth of June, elements of the North Korean Army crossed the border into South Korea, and it appears that a full-scale invasion of the south by the north is occurring. Stay tuned for further... Continue Reading →

Which Way To The Beach?

"We were at a party. One girl said I was like her grandmother, now dead. I told her I'm nobody's grandmother and I'm not dead, and she said that made it perfect." What if the only thing on your bucket list was to literally fill a bucket before you kicked it. Eighty-two year old Etta... Continue Reading →

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