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chaps

Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.   I’m an academic—in other words, a timid soul. If you saw me you’d know my type—skinny, bearded face, glasses and Harris Tweed jackets with leather elbow patches. I’m a … Continue reading

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see the sea

I have sea fever. Not to be in it, or on it—just to be beside it and near it. I long for my Florida Gulf beach house, steps from the ocean and the lonely clouds and the sky. I hear … Continue reading

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