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A Fishing Trip With My Dad
The day was dark and gray with a storm brewing in the near distance. The low rumble of thunder could be heard as black clouds slowly drifted by. However, the storm didn't matter to us because my dad always said that the fish bite better when it's rai
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Learning To Toil The Soil
It's amazing when I think back to how my fascination with gardening began when I was just 8 years of age, in the 1970s. The cheery sun was peeking over the horizon, and there was a nip in the air. It was a breezy Saturday in March. My father had spri
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Freighters Don't Have Brakes
As I recall, the incident I am about to relate occurred in the summer of 1941 in the small town of Algonac, Mich. My aunt and uncle owned a nice summer home on the St. Clair River to which their family came each summer. The St. Clair River flows out

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