Saturday, January 23, 2016

I’m getting better with those low notes. I’m beginning to understand the problems with wet reeds and dry.

Which means, really, that I take a lot of breaks and think about stuff.

Thinking this morning led me to an impulse. I was going to write about the first time I saw Anchorage, AK. And that led me to thinking that for all the time spent in Anchorage before going to the interior (not very long at all really. I only stayed in Anchorage for about five months) that I didn’t have a picture one. Not one, of Anchorage, and few of anywhere else either.

So I turned to Bing Images, feeling I could find one that could express some feeling for the Earthquake City.

It’s been a weird winter here. I’m whimsical about all this reminiscing of what was; of course, we find things after the fact that might not have been in reality that express those mental images we capture on the fly in real life:

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\Those parkas hide so much. Remember.  Anchorage is a bastion of Liberalism, and all the schools seem to be run by Liberal BLM personnel.

Still, Anchorage is a pretty city.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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