From Far Away Lands 

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Nov 30th

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Nov 29th

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Thankfulness

Here is my annual essay on what I’m thankful for. The blog will be pretty quiet for the next few days as I’ll be in Germany without a laptop.  I am thankful for coffee. It really is the best part of waking up.  I’m no good in this world before I have had a cup. Sometimes this draws judgement from those around me, but there will always be persecution and I am willing to withstand...

Nov 25th

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Nov 17th

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Nov 16th

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Nov 15th

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Nov 12th

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Nov 11th

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Whistling

I have mentioned a few times over the past several months facts about my shameful past with the art of whistling. In my 28 years on this green rock I was unable to whistle nary a tune. I’ve fought my lips into endless shapes until I have nearly passed out. All of these efforts had previously yielded a staggering sum of nothing. After some lovely instruction while I was home over the summer I...

Nov 10th

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Nov 9th

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Watch

I had never heard this Mumford & Son’s song until tonight. What a beauty. 

Nov 8th

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For Uncle Leon

My Great Uncle Leon was a lion of a man.  I was glad to live close by his ranch-style home in Douglasville when I was young. Aunt Lynn was solid-form magic when she met the kitchen everyday.  I would sit at the table with dominoes piled high before me while she cooked silver-dollar pancakes in the early morning light.  I would lay across the blue carpeted living room floor and look through old...

Nov 8th

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Nov 5th

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Nov 4th

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Holiday Preseason

A very special time of year is upon us once more.  It is a season of preparation and a time of anticipation. I call it the “Holiday Preseason”.    In the Calendar of Tatum this Holiday Preseason begins precisely on the day of Halloween, whether your Aunt Sally thinks it is an evil abomination or not. The 31st of October is a fantastic day for many reasons, and hiding amongst them is the ushering...

Nov 4th

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Nov 3rd

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Nov 2nd

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The Rock Quarry

The summer after we graduated high school was a time of foolishness and laughter.  They were the days of fast moving fun and the scent of over-chlorinated swimming pools by hyper-protective mothers who had not yet been swept away by the tide of saltwater backyard oceans that now frequent the affluent neighborhoods of sunny cities and towns.  The exhilaration of having graduated from high school...

Nov 1st

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