In my younger days, I was fortunate enough to scuba dive with an occasional nurse shark and once, with a reef shark. But I’d never stumbled upon a great white shark. Over the holidays, I finally had a chance to be with a great white. The shark was pretty friendly, but at one point, it came right for me […]
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On Sunday Mark and I spent quality time with the four kids and some significant others munching on some delicious DeLuca’s pizza and drinking beer in honor of Kid #2’s birthday. We made up for having fun by spending quality time in Home Depot on Sunday debating how to make smaller steps for Dusty, our 13-year-old dog whose short
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The Hunter, by Amy L Peterson Well son of a steer I got me a deer my smallest of wishes come true, `twas easy to get with which my car, which it hit oh shittle de dittle de do. Now my life was at stake when I slammed on the brakes `cuz the guy on
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Last Thursday was a windy, cold and rainy, but in spite of the gnarliness, the weather brought in some birdies that we don’t normally get to see. Like this fella. The trumpeter started trumpeting, and while I’m quite certain it was trying to attract the attention of another trumpter, it instead attracted the attention of Mr. Gawky,
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When Mark answered our ringing doorbell earlier this year he came face to face with Patrick Garvey, who offered to side our house for a price we couldn’t refuse. We ran a background check, followed him home, and ordered a drug test. Well, we thought about doing all that, but really, he seemed like a nice guy, seemed to
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This one is honor of Andy Rooney, the grumpy `ole writer who entertained us with thought- provoking editorials on Sixty Minutes for a long, long time. He is the consummate curmudgeon, the guy who says what’s on his mind, the old fart that I feel I might have something in common with. Just get over
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Once upon a time about a week ago, Mark said he heard something in the back yard that sounded like a pterodactyl call. Ignoring the thought that Mark associating a noise back to cave man time meant he is much, much older than I’d previously thought, I grabbed my camera, walked down to the water’s edge
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I don’t know about you, but I already miss the dog days of summer, just sitting in the sun and relaxing now and again. With temperatures dropping and Mark back to school, Little Dipper won’t be sitting outside sunning herself much anymore. Poor thing. I also miss sitting outside and watching birds fly around, like this hummingbird. Of
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When Mark wasn’t raising discus fish and hamsters this summer he spent some of his spare time watching fishing shows on TV. One show featured a fishing fanatic and guide named Doug Samsal who was filmed in a boat on a northern Michigan River catching salmon with spawn and bobbers which he flung overboard and watched float down the
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I needed a little downtime on Friday evening, so headed out to my favorite local park. I followed some trails for a while and stopped at a boardwalk that crosses a marsh. The marsh has jewelweed, Joe-pyeweed and other plants and in the few moments I stood there, this hummingbird buzzed in. I had one
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