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Spirits among us
Late in the afternoon on Saturday, my phone rang. It was my mom. “Rick,” she said, “I think my house is haunted.” “What?!” I replied. What do you mean? What’s going on?” “I think your father is...
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Five Years
Five years have passed by so very quickly. And yet, every July 3, I recall that day, vividly. I recall the surreal, foggy morning in Saugatuck. I was camping with my friends, and decided to call my...
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Remembering Uncle John
Uncle John with me as a baby, 1971 He was calm, cool, and easygoing. He was the member of my family we would turn to for sound, sane advice, and a clear vision of what was going on in our lives. He...
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This used to be our playground
Peanut on the front porch of our house, 1970 Mom coming out of the house, 1969 Uncle John and Peanut in the living room, 1968 Me on the swingset and Peanut in the grass, 1973 Dad and I in the backyard,...
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