Opinion

Growing Ice

Prescript: This article is not intended to be political in nature, just an entertaining piece in a year and in a world where we all could use a little more relaxation and breathing room.

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A close call…

I walked into the neighborhood bank the other day and there in the lobby, loading the ATM machines, were two guys with fistfuls of money, bricks of $100s, $50s $20s, a sight I’d never seen before, perhaps a signal from alternative reality that my chance at bank robbery was here, but then I saw the third man, his hand on the pistol in his holster, and so instead I walked up to the cashier’s window and asked for a couple grand so I can make New Year’s gifts to doormen at our building and Mitch the plumber and our cleaning lady and also to some deserving children.I know it’s pitifully small-minded of me but I enjoy walking around with a $100 bill in my pocket.

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Environmental Echoes

Death bell rang here just recently at passing of long-ago, old Boise Cascade’s Paper Group environmental team member, recalling “Environmental Echoes” sometimes including smoke and fire.This sanitary engineer’s first career stop began in 1967 at West Virginia Pulp & Paper’s Covington mill in Virginia’s Alleghany Highlands—mill long recognized as industry leader in managing environmental challenges.

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Legs Loss

Recent acquisition of so-called “walker”, compliments of senior medical insurance, has led to memories in which old adventurer’s legs confidently took him into serious journey challenges with smoke and fire.

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The star, the shepherds

Old Man Christmas (moi) has been out shopping and found a shop that sells hiking shoes so, being married to a hiker, I went in and saw beautiful alligator boots, also a pair of sharkskin, and wouldn’t this be perfect for my beloved venturing into ungenteel neighborhoods, boots made from man-eating creatures, better than pepper spray or a Smith & Wesson, but the price tag was staggering –– I’m the son of a postal clerk –– so I moved on.

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