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An Office in Hand

I just got call from a salesman from “Hiboo” who wants to build me a web page. And it will only cost me $119.00/month. I wasn’t interested. But what was interesting was his persistence. He tested me on my type of business, Real Estate. He tried me on getting quality advertising on the web for my business. I told him I was getting all those things free from my next door neighbor. But he asked me what I would do when it didn’t pan out. I told him I’d just go next door and pound the neighbor into the ground. He laughed and said that wasn’t the best way. That for the $119.00 he’d get the job done. Finally after several rebuffs, he allowed me to get off the phone, saying he’d be happy to hear back from me. First, I had been called because on the net, I had filled out too much info as I tried to investigate whether “Hiboo” of what ever was the software I was looking for. Once it was there, there was no pulling it back, nor telling them “Please don’t call me, Thank you very
A Meander 3/3/19 Church then A Meander. I got to church about 15 minutes late. But Miki was happy to see me. Afterward we ate at Wild Ginger restaurant in Gloucester. Then we separated for the afternoon so we could take care of other  business. But I never quite got there. Today I went meandering in my shiny, Kia Stinger G.T.2,  red race car. What is meandering?         Well it is just going no where in particular. How long a trip is it and how do you know when you get there? Its hard to say.         You will just know- When you get back.         To wander without purpose. And so it was that I ran up through West Point toward Richmond. Managed to click off a few miles “north of 80-mph” on highway 17. The weather had been promising something, and it came on as drizzly foggy sprits which hurled themselves into my cherry red armored machine’s automatic wipers outside, inside the computerized climate control kept up to date to the vagaries of weather. I had tho

The Past is the Seed of the Future's harvest

Righting History Past Is Prologue On the front of the National Archives in Washington, D.C, There are two statues. One of a muse has a plaque on its base which reads, “Past is Prologue.”  The second is an old man with a history book in hand its base reads, “Study the Past.”         Destroying Witches!!! I n 1690 Colonial America the Accused was considered legally Guilty until Proven Innocent, On June 2, 1692, Bridgett Bishop of the Massachusetts colony was accused of not living the Puritan lifestyle. She wore black clothing, odd costumes and her coat was strangely cut. Her main accuser was a 12 year old girl, Ann Putnam who said Bishop caused her pains. Bishop was thus accused of being a witch, immediately found guilty of living an immoral lifestyle which proved she was a Witch! On June 10, 1692 just eight days later - Bridgett was hung. In 1706 fourteen years later, Ann Putnam aged 26, confessed she had made it all up.                    There