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A good guy, always happy

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Linda and Robert, mother and son, were the first to arrive, just after 5 am. They set up their chairs outside the door of Mr. Smoke’s Contemporary Department Store on Saturday morning and waited patiently… A good guy, always happy

To touch the sky

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I’ve just spent almost 3 weeks with my Dad in Florida. I’ve been wanting to write about him all this time, but what to say? Should I tell you about the books by Henry H.… To touch the sky

There oughta be a rule

Vero Beach is a very clean, pristine little town. Careful zoning prevents high-rises as well as any other ugliness. There are large, beautifully-landscaped homes owned by wealthy retirees as well as tidy smaller ones, where… There oughta be a rule

Losing part of my name

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When I was born, my brother Stevie was 12. He told the family that Margaret was too long a name for such a little baby, and he proposed the nickname Peggy. It stuck for 17… Losing part of my name

A punky reggae party

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The Flutterbies hang on their mooring in front of million-dollar homes. When one of them hires a reggae band for a party and decorates the lawn with live chickens, Meps has a number of curious thoughts about the neighbors.

An easy gift

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The weather’s been so beautiful in Vero Beach this week, Barry and I have just been riding, riding, riding our bicycles. With the exception of two 65-foot-tall bridges that span the Indian River, there are… An easy gift

In memory of Cory

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In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the… In memory of Cory