The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

“There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.” Everything has a price. I’m not giving away anything really tangible here. Everything has a cost. In this case the cost is your time. I hope that it’s time well spent. The mission for this post was positivity and I grappled with that – mightily. There …

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“There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.” Everything has a price. I’m not giving away anything really tangible here. Everything has a cost. In this case the cost is your time. I hope that it’s time well spent. The banner photo for this piece is of Chloe. Chloe, 12 years old, is my …

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“There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.” Everything has a price. I’m not giving away anything really tangible here. The “free” in the title of this piece refers to “free-flowing.” Random thoughts; aimless; catch as catch can; spitballing. Even remnants o’stuff that never made it into posts. But bear in mind that everything …

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Don’t get your hopes up. “There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.” Today’s free stuff is a musical tip. But bear in mind that everything has a cost. In this case the cost is your time. I hope that it’s time well spent. I don’t much go into music on this site. Maybe …

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Oh, a storm is threat’ning My very life today If I don’t get some shelter Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away Friday, March 27th The Butcher’s Bill 11:00 AM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 558,502 Deaths: 22,251 United States Cases: 91,255 Deaths: 1,353 As of today there are 25 states under a statewide …

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This week Tina’s Lens-Artists Challenge is Treasure Hunt. The mission should we choose to accept it (Yes that’s a nod to Mission Impossible) is to search for specific items from the list below and present our images of those items. Extra credit items are a bit more challenging. Challenge Items: Sunrise and/or sunset, Something cold …

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My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays; they might be life stories or they could be commentaries. They might be a combination of some or all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco; it’s a …

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We’ve left Erzulie’s Voodoo Store, strolling along Royal Street. It took some coaxing to get Cora to go into Erzulie’s and she was relieved and happy to leave. Left her a little creeped out, it did. Like most of the French Quarter streets, Royal is a splash of color, heavy on the black, gold and …

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