By the Mighty Mumford


Hundreds of flower bulbs

Push to the sky…

Waiting in grocery stores

Other bulbs:  PLEASE BUY!

Pushing up through rain-soaked ground,

Hundreds of green spears…

Pushing up to light of day

so flower appears.

Gladioli, crocus,

Narcissus and daffodils…

Paper whites and amarylus

Garden edges fill!

–Jonathan Caswell

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What I Learned from Private Drivers


Talking about being a freelancer, I must point out that I truly enjoy chatting up private drivers. I don’t have a license to drive yet hence my only form of transportation is through these private drivers.

Through the conversations I have with these private drivers, I learned a few life and business lessons.

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The drivers never take a chance. They always asked me which road or which highway I would like to take. If they are not familiar with the location you are going, they will be quick to say so.

What I’ve learned:
Too often, we let our ego get the best of us and refuse to open our mouth to clarify or even to just tell the truth that we don’t know about something.

Strike up conversations to bond
They are the masters of networking. Especially when comes to talking about welfare, government…

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Give Peace a Chance?

Barataria - The work of Erik Hare

Don’t you know there’s a war on?

Just before I was born, a shade over 50 years ago, a War on Poverty was declared. It embodied all that was great about America – a pledge to marshal our forces with military precision to feed and clothe every citizen of this land. Nevermind we were fighting a real war at the same time – called a “police action”.

Since the War on Poverty we’ve had a War on Drugs, a War on Terror, and a number of actual shooting wars – none of which we called a “war”, of course. There’s also been a War on Women, War on Christmas, War on Islam, War on Cancer, a War on the 1% …. the list goes on indefinitely.

As we enter this election an angry and energized electorate might be forgiven for perceiving every small slight as though it was an assault…

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