Julie's Savannah Anna Treehouse

Sharyn Dearnaley Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. Robert Frost

" Yesterday morning met a man named Fred, had a pinwheel on his handlebars and a helmet on his head." Really I did. An old man riding a bike to the grocery store, with a wagon on the back and a sign attached to the wagon, in large blue letters, that read "FRED". But that was on the way to the store. After making my grocery stop, I decided to walk to my next destination, about 45 minutes away. Until I came to the pedestrian bridge right behind the store. I walked to the top and scanned the skyline. I held back the urge to wave to all the drivers below. I thought, " Why, this is the poor person's vacation paradise." It was a beautiful day, and the sky was clear pale blue for miles. When I reached the other side, I was on Portland Parkway, a silent freshly paved road with sparkles in the asphalt, and center islands manned by tall, soft pines. I started walking down the street through pieces of sunshine and shade. After three blocks or so, I realiz...

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A tribute to David Foster Wallace Author, philosopher, good man Died September 12, 2008 To read his commencement speech at Kenyon, go to http://online.wsj.com/article/SB122178211966454607.html , or buy his book "So This is Water". I don't know a lot about David yet. I only recently began to read him, so I invite you to find out more . Wikipedia has an entry, and NPR " All Things Considered" http://www.wpr.org/book/10book3.cfm#september had a touching one-hour tribute that included excerpts from his commencement address at Kenyon , and a moving interview with his sister. Things I do know: I read an excerpt from one of his books, " A Fun Thing I Will Never Do Again", an account of his experience as a passenger on a luxury cruise. Very insightful and philosophical. He was a good friend of Jonathan Franzen, another favorite author. I listened to his commencement speech on a Sunday morning. This was more meaningful than all of the sermons I'v...

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Go to downtown Woodstock, a downtown old-fashioned square with the park in the middle and shops all around, and you will see horses, and more horses. Carousel horses painted , and auctioned off for charity. Lots of pretty going on here. Some are a little overdone; I prefer the simpler colors and patterns instead of detailed obvious themes. Woodstock also houses a great art gallery in the old courthouse arts center. It's more than just pretty pictures. We spent a good piece of the afternoon looking at each piece of artwork.One room is the old records vault. To enter, you walk through the door of the old safe. A great place to spend the weekend. Now, in order to study the artwork and make good use of my time, I shared lunch and beer with Elsie before the show at Woodstock's pub, sorry I cannot remember the name, but is that important right now? I tried my first Italian beer , Perrino's, and it was perfect, light and not too hoppy.