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There is an art form to the genre of the ‘article’ that is far removed from the beauty of yesteryear. Folk back then relished the opportunity to share, daily, events that were viewed and perceived through naked eyes, about a world that was still unfolding with all her grandeur/possibilities. Not just the ‘ills’ of humanity were looked at but also those lovely things that oppressed the bad and well- nigh, in some instances, crushed them/ sent them into to oblivion! writer: a person who commits his or her thoughts, ideas, etc., to writing: an expert letter writer. Their lens was then little polluted. It permitted for both the objective/subjective vision that comes into alignment with the way things really are. Those were ‘rich’ times, better for the written ‘snap’ shot with endless opportunities for experiences and images in an era when cameras did not exist. A writing instrument, something to scribble on, a satchel, and boundless direction was all that was needed. Oh yes, a pulse for:‘Life’ that never faded but replenished and grew stronger with each passing moment; this was inspiration enough. As a man/woman standing on a great ledge looks to the north, south, east, and west with undimmed eye, discovers the panorama/ confluences of nature and the societies that were birthed and settled on her mountainous regions and lively plains, he/she each- leapt into the various canyons with instrument in hand scribbling all the while at a ferocious pace ‘the images seen/ the voices heard’, before dashing the ground to a most rewarding death. This is my discovery and pleasure in midlife. Removing the distractions and pollutants from my own heart allows me to live in ‘yesteryear’ but write for the present and I’m grateful for the ‘leap’!…. The following are my senses and emotions jolted and captured with my pen as I see, hear, and taste. Just a note: The winds are-ah changing. America is just now awakening to the reality of ‘shift’. We’re blind by choice or perhaps conditioning, nevertheless, those mighty gust have changed course and are bearing nowhere! This is our misfortune; no more lusters for a loss! Our dream is gone and we are forced to join the world’s stage. Damn fools that we are, we’re hell bent on preserving what is already gone. All that to say that ‘convenience’ is purely democratic and certainly not consistent with a republic. We have forgotten our origins and have cast off the old ways. Emotionalism is in the prevailing mist and fine minds are hard to come by these days! …They really are…..

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