Eternity will solve everything.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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I've Been Busy!
Then, in the middle of the night, the ghost of Robert Frost suddenly appeared on a luggage carousel, enshrouded in a glowing blue-white mist. He spoke to us:
"Whose woods these are I think I know, his house is in the village though," pointing toward the northeast quadrant of the airport. At first I had no idea what this meant, but he kept repeating the phrase in a louder and louder voice: "His house is in the village though," until at last, almost shouting he said:
"HIS HOUSE IS IN THE VILLAGE YOU DUMMY!"
This final outburst awakened Brian and between the two of us we realized Frost was directing us to a part of the airport that would facilitate our escape.
By early morning we'd made our way northeast where we finally encountered the ticket counter. We were a bit embarrassed that we hadn't thought of this before, but wrote it off to battle fatigue. Brian tried to charge our tickets on his NBC Visa card, but for some reason his account had been closed, and so I sprung for the airfare. At least they gave me an Auto Club discount.
~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 37:
A saint is seldom treated fairly.
It’s part of the job description.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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It’s part of the job description.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Blackjack
Poor old Blackjack,
Battered with one eye swollen shut,
He comes to my back door and cries for food
But he hurts too much to eat.
He cries to bring me out,
To hear the sympathetic sound of my voice,
To feel the rush of warm air from the open door
Against the stiff chill of early morning.
He comes close to the open door
But will not go in.
Some distant memory of being a kitten,
A house cat,
Pulls him to this place of food,
This place of sanctuary from the larger world,
The more dangerous world
He is now too wild to escape.
~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Russ Allison Loar
A Lie
I was playing with a baseball I’d found in my front yard when two older boys walked up to me.
One of them said, “That’s my baseball. I hit it over here all the way from the park.”
The park was about three miles away, but I was seven years old and I believed him. I gave him the baseball. The two boys walked away laughing.
Lying in bed that night, thinking over the events of the day, I realized those boys were laughing because they had told me a lie and I believed them. They were laughing at me.
I decided I wouldn't be so stupid next time. Despite my decision, so many years later, I’m still surprised how skillfully people can lie.
~ By Russ Allison Loar
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