I hope you enjoy Rare Air episode 11 and the high-resolution November desktop calendar, and that today is an equally phenomenal day for you.
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Where ever this day finds you, I wish you life's goodness in abundance, good friends and many loved ones to share it with.
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In comparison, days like that make most others seem so routine and uneventful! If you get the chance to venture to any of these places, I hope you will seize it.
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By this summer's end, we'll leave this place, and although we are holding onto this home and property for now, there's no guarantee we'll return. So now you can understand what I'm on about...
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As you take this in, you too are part of our wondrous life’s journey that makes us stop so often to say, "life is good," and "we just might be the luckiest people alive."
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"Rare Air" is my original series of short travelogues intended to immerse us all in nature, if only for a minute.
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The day was sunny and warm in monumental ways… so that the vacation seemed to have turned over a new leaf.
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make any move you can - we all soon disappear.
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Today I went looking through my writing archives to find something written on or near this date in the past, and I found a poem written about 24 years and a week ago. It’s not particularly great nor too profound, but it does connect me with an important moment going even further back, to a golden day spent with my grandfather, Urban Lee Ridings. The day was sunny and warm, I remember, and I must have been somewhere around five or so. Grandpa instructed me to go and shake his money tree, and I could still walk you right to…
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In November of 1998, Beth and I were living in our Barrington Way townhome in Glendale, California, which hosted us and our cats nicely enough through a very exciting and challenging time. Going back to Arc of the Poet, that was our critical California move in the so-called “Fame and Fortune” era. While I was extremely thankful at that time to have landed on the staff of Crest National in Hollywood, my film industry dreams were still very personal, and I pressed on to the best of my abilities on every front. Externally, I continued to “swing for the fence”…