“Musicians don’t retire; they stop when there's no more music in them” Louis Armstrong
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Room & Board
Prompted By Retirement
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“Musicians don’t retire; they stop when there's no more music in them” Louis Armstrong
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Answering my own question
Prompted By Retirement
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Retiring to do what you want to do ... or are you already doing it by working?
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The Chicago Hot Blast
Prompted By Fire
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As the 1960s sunk into the next decade, I decided to leave San Francisco, to “get my head together.” A friend knew I had carpentry skills and suggested I contact a woman who owned property in the Colorado Rockies above Boulder. She needed a handyman. A cabin was available. That seemed attractive. To get away…
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The Fire Next Time
Prompted By Fire
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The fire was blowing along the ridgeline in our direction. Trees were candling—igniting and throwing off firebrands--burning hunks of wood. Now the fire had jumped the vast concrete firebreak of Hwy 24 into the Oakland Hills.
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Camp Outs by the Lake
Prompted By Fire
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I used to love the evening cookouts or sleeping under the stars that we did lakeside throughout my summers as a camper at the National Music Camp (now Interlochen Arts Camp) in Interlochen, MI from 1964-1969. The girl’s side was by Lake Wabakanetta (Duck Lake) and we had a large expanse of sand with a…
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The Peacock
Prompted By Fire
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The Peacock Both my husband and I bear the scars of early burns. Mine is under my chin and dates from a very minor, almost funny childhood accident; his scar is on his arm, dates from the hour of his birth, and tells a more somber tale. As I child I loved summer camp and…
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Fireman Phil
Prompted By Fire
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Fireman Phil came to Marble Elementary School. We first-graders were gathered in the school gym, seated cross-legged on the floor. What makes a fire? How do you stop it? Do you throw water on oil (no!)? This is a fire extinguisher. If you are on fire, don’t run–drop and roll. It’s been over 60 years…
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There Was a Fire Here
Prompted By Fire
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Excerpted from my memoir, There Was a Fire Here. October 20, 1991. Oakland, California — There was a fire here. It started high above our house, on a hill facing west. No one knows for certain how it started, but a human hand set something burning and started The Fire. The fire incinerated, it eliminated; it…
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What If …
Prompted By Fire
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Now wild fires are added to the list of climate change based disasters, which may have been avoidable if only Gore had become president … and if only we had listened.
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