A journal of happenings around me about Columbus, aging, daily life, my personal photo gallery, captures of moments in time. This started as letters to my military family. Some color, a bit about this part of the world. I leave out mostly negative thoughts, encourage a moment of thought about something other than war's depressive ugliness through the thought of the day, the word, its use and meaning from a hundred years ago, it still has meaning. I also wanted them to know me, remember me.
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