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What Child Is This

David Chartrand

David Chartrand

It is 8 a.m. and there is someone in my little boy’s bed.

Pushing up through the blanket is the outline of a man’s body. Draped over the edge of the mattress are a man’s hands, thick and slightly hairy. Something is wrong.

I am certain this is my son’s room. I stop here nearly every morning for small talk with a small child.  So why do I see Size 10 sneakers on the floor?

I knock firmly on the bedroom door. Continue reading

The “green thing” of the past

I know this probably has been floating around awhile on the Internet. Don’t know if it’s true, but it doesn’t really matter because I think it’s worth passing it along some more to folks. Thanks to my Facebook friend Lesle Knop for posting this the other day.

Here it is:

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.” The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment f or future generations.”

She was right — our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day. Continue reading

Terri and Chuck’s summer digitized in slideshows

I feel like the guy on the commercial who gets upset with his TV and then one thing leads to another until his situation ends badly.

No bad endings with me, but…when you take a lot of pictures, then you have to color correct and crop a lot of pictures before selecting pictures to put into slideshows. Then you have to arrange the pictures, select transitions, fine tune, add wording and go through all your music to select and fit the right songs you think fit the slideshow. Continue reading

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