Welcome to Kent Island, the largest island in the Chesapeake Bay, the Gateway to Maryland’s Eastern Shore, aka the Land of Pleasant Living, and our country’s third oldest permanent English settlement, predated only by Jamestown, Virginia and Plymouth, Massachusetts.
Kent Island’s founder, William Claiborne was born in England around 1600. The son of a merchant, Claiborne was, as a young man, intrigued by Captain John Smith’s explorations in the New World’s Chesapeake region. When he was twenty years old, fashionable, handsome, and good with a sword if somewhat short in stature, Claiborne sailed to Jamestown to work as a surveyor. With his loyalty to the establishment, proven mettle, and skillful performance of his duties, Claiborne quickly rose through the ranks of Jamestown’s leadership. In 1626 he served as the colony’s Secretary of State and in 1627 was granted a license to trade with the native tribes of the upper Chesapeake.
George Calvert was a privileged gentleman, a…
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Well, almost exactly a year and a half since we took a proposal of Electric Buses to the minister for Transport, they have now come up with the miraculous idea of a “Track-Free Tram.” If only we’d known how to brand it properly, we may have saved hundreds of trees!
But, seriously, track-free, wire-free, trams, buses whatever you want to call them, are still an option to save our trees, save our city from gridlock and congestion, save Billions of Dollars, and restore some liveability to Sydney. Even better, we can still look at the Underground Heavy Rail solution of finishing the Eastern Suburbs Railway.
Join The Campaign To Save The Trees, Save $1 billion and put the light rail underground!
After staying in Sick Bay for the morning a very wan and tired looking Tia came back out to her little herd. She is eating well and doing all the normal business after her scare on Friday so I would rather she were out walking about than in the sick bay which is really only a small draft free area of a barn corridor that I can easily shut off in emergencies.
Last night I checked on them all and Sheila was snoring so loudly I could hear her from the door. When I reached their sleeping room I could see Sheila fast asleep in her enormous straw bed with the calves scattered around her like black pearls. All the calves were sitting perfectly at ease, chewing their cud, heads up and turned to me, eyes shining, listening to their comforting sound.
Yesterday afternoon I saw That Cat perched…
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I rotted with your good intentions. The fine feelings and sacrifices.
Watching television; listening to radio: reading the news, and worse novelists.
You were picking your left nostril. Scratching your voluminous arse.
You were arguing who should do what, first. Last. Or not at all.
Such atavism thinking about love as if it were history bound to wound
or repeat itself.
Dull, smell. A seminarian’s task.
Forgetting your name in the tide that calls back men and women.
Buried in a static which, for everyone suffering from exposure, is choice.
You seep blood like the sinewed carcass of a neighbor’s bad dream.
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Hello folks. 🙂
So yesterday it was this blog’s 1st birthday. I can’t really imagine that a year turned since I created this blog, more in curiosity, without any serious plans to become a Word press blogger. But I’m glad that I did it. On one side it seems like I am blogging for thousands of years, because this blog kinda became my world. Sometimes it was the only thing I had. On the other side again, it seems like nothing, like it was yesterday.
Trying is sometimes worth it, because even on this world we sometimes do get a prize for what we do. Sometimes we don’t again. But sometimes we do. If I wouldn’t write all those words all those posts, my blog wouldn’t be as it is. And BTW, we reached 600 followers two days ago. Thank you. 🙂
My dreams are coming true in front of…
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