Streamers fluttered the day you arrived. You turned them on completing the class of 1980. We celebrated your life and laid you to rest under a war torn flag today. We’ll miss you.
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The Trifextra Challenge is to
Give us 33 words (exactly) that tell us three different uses for one object. But don’t just tell us that a can opener can be used to 1) open cans, 2) open beer bottles and 3) break a window in case of a fire. Tell us a story.

Those sharp editors are so crafty – sharp like the knife in their quote (go and see). Not sure this lives up to the challenge, but it’s where my not-so-sharp mind landed. I chose strips of cloth as my object.

What about YOU????

When you overhear ignorance and bigotry what do you do? I am right there with you. I would be in the person’s face decrying that ignorant, intolerant bigotry . . . except . . .

Hubbymoose and I both work for non-profit agencies. We are not in the higher paid positions and so must be careful how we tread among the ignorant, intolerant bigots who live among us. You know the ones I mean – the ones who rant and rave at the top of their lungs in a restaurant full of people.

Our hooves are tied. Speak out – tick the wrong person off – and watch our agencies suffer the backwash. We are not concerned about our jobs, you see. We are more concerned that what we might say would cause problems for our agencies.
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Battered and worn out
Touched by both good and bad times
Character times two
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It’s Haiku Friday played here in Alaska while Lou and his Love Muffin are off having some beach fun. This is a tribute to HubbyMoose and his beloved (battered) hat. He is my West Virginia born, Ohio raised, Alaska lovin’ cowboy.

Married 62 years now, Mabel and me. We was just younguns when we got hitched. I laid eyes on her and knew, she and me, we’d live it out together. God, I love that woman.

Henry? He was a fine specimen of a man when I met him. From the first I knew he would love me and care for me until one of us was laid underground.

They held hands.

Grandpa and Grandma Hills are sure getting old, Mama. Look at them just swinging away on the porch. I want to love just like them when I get old.
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My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

LeeRoy and friends have chosen Swing Life Away from Rise Against as this week’s 100 Word Song challenge. I’m sure the songster had something else in mind, but this is what came out of mine.
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Go and try you hand at it.

I missed my flight. Bound to happen. Of course, I’m blaming him. Sent him back three times; cell phone, watch, oxygen. Who forgets oxygen when traveling to Mars?

Sigh. I’ll be there soon.
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for Trifecta’s challenge: flight using the third definition:
3a : a trip made by or in an airplane or spacecraft
b : a scheduled airplane trip