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Hotels in Kazakhstan in 1995 by
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On January 19, 1995, I set off on a trip to Kazakhstan to help find ways in which American computer technology could help improve the safety and/or efficiency of the coal mining industry in that country, which had recently become an independent state, no longer under the domination of the Soviet Union.  I left Columbus…
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My Five-year Desk Project by
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Of course, like all woodworkers, I could show you every place where I made a mistake, where the final project is not perfect - but I won't.
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Say Cheese by
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Prompted By Comfort Food

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I realized as the the words were coming out of my mouth that "real" and "Velveeta" should never be used in the same sentence. 
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Walrus in Central Park Zoo Speaks by
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Prompted By Newspapers

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I had little knowledge of the works of those people in the Castle on Mount Auburn Street.
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Birmingham to Columbus by
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Sorry, I can’t think of a song for this story, it’s too solemn a subject. On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was in Birmingham, AL, for the quarterly meeting of the Environment Sector of the Electric Power Research Institute.  After breakfast at the hotel, a group of us piled into a van to…
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Almost Heaven by
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Prompted By Going to Work

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That really impressed the neighbors!
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Handyman by
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Prompted By Home Repair

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James Taylor described himself metaphorically as a handyman.  I’m the real thing.
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Hello, I Love You, Won’t You Tell Me Your Name? by
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Prompted By Senior Moments

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There's always the Google machine.
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Summertime… by
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Prompted By That Summer

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While we were practicing parking, the brakes went out on my dad's Buick LeSabre! 
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There’s a Place… by
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Prompted By Hobbies

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So, over the last 65 years, I have progressed from my room to my recliner and my shop, and I am as happy as a clam.
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