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Chapter 94: Better Dead Than Red

I grew up during the Cold War, so I can remember when the worst thing one could be called was a “communist.”  And the term was used freely to discredit those one did not agree with… I will always remember … Continue reading

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Chapter 92: Scarlett Grows Up

Some women, in every man’s life are unforgettable. Lavinia Randolph will always be one of those girls for me…. She was a force of nature.   From band days in High School through most of the next 25 years of … Continue reading

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Chapter 91: The Evils of Water Proof Mascara

According to my Mother, water proof mascara did more to change the South than air conditioning. She was an old school Southern woman who believed you had to create a little magic each day as you went forth to play … Continue reading

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Chapter 90: The Love I Lost

I returned to Sweet Briar College a couple of weeks ago for what I feared was to be the last time.  I had not been there since 1981. My last visit there, 34 years ago,  was populated by ghosts and … Continue reading

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Chapter 89: She Went to Sweet Briar

I’m  back to blogging sooner than I expected because I heard we are losing  Sweet Briar College…. It has taken me a week to digest this and I still can’t believe it.  We always think our colleges will outlast us.  … Continue reading

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Chapter 87: The Click

There is special state of mind called the “click.” It’s hard to describe it. It’s that brief, ephemeral moment you achieve when you have had just the right amount- not too much, not too little- to drink. The “click” is … Continue reading

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Chapter 83: Comrades in Arms

It seems every generation has their wars; some are just more obvious than others. I’ve been reading a biography of the poet Siegfried Sassoon and studying the British “War Poets” of the First World War.  Stories of young men struggling … Continue reading

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