Monthly Archives: February 2013

When I go to the ocean now—

When I go to the ocean now, there aren’t as many shells as there were when I was a child. Surely they aren’t all gone. Likewise, there’s no way that all the mysteries of the world will be solved and … Continue reading

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Somewhere in Iowa in the cool of a morning

In the cool of the morning She stole away And watched the sunrise Through the windshield of her red Corolla At the Wal-Mart parking lot in the next town.

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A short stop in downtown Des Moines

Downtown Des Moines: Re-scraping my Childhood Skies By Russ Wollman When I was young, I enjoyed a certain distinction among my peers which had nothing to do with me and everything to do with my father’s ownership of  an 11-story … Continue reading

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Expressions of love or about love

Here they are, with my apologies to any and all lovers of fish sticks. You know who you are.

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Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The author of several works, the French aviator Antoine de Saint-Exupery  wrote brilliantly and imaginatively. He disappeared while flying over the Mediterranean after he’d written “The Little Prince”. Because I can’t hope to match his eloquence and power, I quote … Continue reading

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At the gondola repair shop in Venice

Few in this world will object if you clean up after yourself, put things in their proper place, and leave the situation better than you found it. On the other hand, some will be relieved when you simply leave the … Continue reading

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A vignette of my time with my grandparents

“Nana & Papa”  by Russ Wollman Relieved from the daily grind and the rigors of raising children, my grandparents, Sidney and Augusta Wollman, were the sweetness of my early years.  I was the silver star in Papa’s eyes, the natural … Continue reading

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