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Visiting Mom in Small-Town Idaho, Part 3 of 3: Lasting Impressions – They Hit You Like a Goat in the Back Door

If you’ve forgotten, or were just sleeping through, Part 1 and Part 2 of my visit to my dear mother in Bordertown, Idaho, you may or may not have realized or cared that those were but two installments of what was to be a trilogy. If you didn’t make the connection, that’s ok, I was never [...]

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Visiting Mom in Small-Town Idaho, Part 2 of 3: “Different” ways to communicate

Signs are designed and written to communicate things clearly and quickly. (Though sometimes signs don’t always successfully convey quite what we mean.) In fact, sometimes, we don’t quite know WHAT the hell we mean, or how to say it. But, as I discovered – many times over – on my visit to small-town Idaho, nothin’s a big [...]

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Visiting Mom in Small-Town Idaho, Part 1 of 3: The Small town County Fair

I’ve always lived in big cities (Phoenix, pop. 4 million plus; California, Google – did you know that’s an actual number?) . Even my “small college town” had a population of 53,000 and that was a quaint, quiet, lovely place for me. But I’ve been visiting my mother who recently retired from the Phoenix road-rage rat [...]

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