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Opinion

Curse you, Red Baron

As a kid, I grew up loving Snoopy. A dog with attitude and a disdain for authority, what was there not to love? Then there was the whole Peanuts gang, from poor Charlie Brown and the football that Lucy kept pulling out from under him, to Linus holding on to his blanket while walking around spouting philosophy, to Schroeder playing jazz on his piano, to Pig Pen, Peppermint Patty, Woodstock, et al. Charles Schulz, RIP, pure genius at understanding kids in particular, and the human condition in general.

The Dawn’s Early Light

In my last days as a high school teacher I had a collateral duty on the back end of a busy parking lot each morning as a reflective human pylon with a flashlight. Those first 15-20 minutes alone under the stars were peaceful and serene.

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