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Finally

Well, I was hoping by the Friday after the election, things would return to normal in the third car of the 5:07 a.m. out of Port Jervis; silly me. It had been a slow boil to Tuesday’s election and the car had been clearly divided by party lines.

This Thanksgiving

I bought a Thanksgiving turkey on Election Day after casting my ballot. I had on my silly “I voted” sticker as I sorted through the frozen, plastic-wrapped, bulbous-shaped turkeys—so strangely removed from their real-life stateliness of puffed and upswept feathers.

Post mortem

First off, let me ask: are you all right?

Are you sure?

We’ve all been heavily traumatized, y’know. Even those of us who think they won. 

TRR photos by Jonathan Charles Fox

Great expectations

Having expectations is natural, I suppose, but sometimes lead to heartache. As with most things, there are “two sides to every coin,” and while expectations are a good thing when setting goals, it’s “attachment” to the plan that is often my downfall. It’s taken many years for me to grasp this concept, and I’m still learning.

TRR photos by Scott Rando

The raptors of autumn

With the arrival of colder autumn weather comes the honking of skeins of high-flying geese as they pass overhead. Not only geese are on the move, but a myriad of species of waterfowl make their way south for more favorable habitats. Many songbirds, too, are on the move south; some will winter as far as the South American continent.

TRR photos by Sandy Long

Take to the trails

While talking with an acquaintance at a recent gathering, the topic of trails came up. George lives in a 500-acre community where a series of trails weave through a large forested area protected from development.

Finding Ted

I have a tendency to lose people. I consider it a character flaw. And because I am also fiercely loyal, this tendency can lead to debilitating guilt that I carry around like a sack in my psyche. Modern technology has done little to help me.

Closing arguments

Well, that was certainly fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?
I mean that whole “democracy” thing—you know, that illusion that we nurtured for so long, that notion that “We the People” actually had the power to select our own leaders, that they would listen to our voices, and that they cared about our needs.

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