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| − | + | KFDI Update from their news reporters Josh Wells and Jon Wright. There is [http://sanxuasoda.ltd/ in so tay] to go with their news article. If you click on the link to see the video, let the first video run through or click on the link for the I-135 Fatal Crash.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The 16th hole is the best offering of the track. There's nothing fancy about it, measuring a meager 370 yards. What makes it such a great hole is the hugely elevated tee box, allowing us common folk to swing out of our shoes in an attempt to carry the green in one. Of course, there's a risk factor as well, with cars zipping by on highway 36 just a slice away. In an attempt to avoid a multi-traffic pile up, Hansard bailed right, then flubbed his approach. With 15 feet to a birdie and redemption, things were looking promising for a tight finish. Things went south quickly when Hans scrambled up a par while I three-rolled for a bogey. Two down with two to play, and my opportunity to finally break out of a losing slump was quickly beginning to fade.<br /><br /><br /><center><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></center><br /><br />Have you ever known of a child who talks about having invisible friends? They may not be invisible to them. Watch young children, dogs, and cats suddenly look directly at something that we cannot see. They say that dogs and cats can see spirits. I believe many young children can see spirits as well - until it gets socialized out of them.<br /><br />By the way, this safe driving tip applies to anything that takes your attention away from the road. Talking on the phone without a hands-free device, toying with the radio, reaching for something on the floor, and even (in the case of another friend) eating a Rollo while driving can distract you enough that you cannot make effective judgments!<br /><br />So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.<br /><br />It was snowing harder now. I drove back through the gas station and slowed to a stop to where the young man could see me between the parked cars. I rolled down my window and motioned him to my car. "Me?" he asked, pointing to his chest.<br /><br />I was fascinated and excited. I called my dear friend in California. He asked the spirit several questions as well. This process of writing is called automatic writing. I spent many evenings channeling in that way. | |
Revision as of 08:10, 14 February 2020
KFDI Update from their news reporters Josh Wells and Jon Wright. There is in so tay to go with their news article. If you click on the link to see the video, let the first video run through or click on the link for the I-135 Fatal Crash.
The 16th hole is the best offering of the track. There's nothing fancy about it, measuring a meager 370 yards. What makes it such a great hole is the hugely elevated tee box, allowing us common folk to swing out of our shoes in an attempt to carry the green in one. Of course, there's a risk factor as well, with cars zipping by on highway 36 just a slice away. In an attempt to avoid a multi-traffic pile up, Hansard bailed right, then flubbed his approach. With 15 feet to a birdie and redemption, things were looking promising for a tight finish. Things went south quickly when Hans scrambled up a par while I three-rolled for a bogey. Two down with two to play, and my opportunity to finally break out of a losing slump was quickly beginning to fade.
Have you ever known of a child who talks about having invisible friends? They may not be invisible to them. Watch young children, dogs, and cats suddenly look directly at something that we cannot see. They say that dogs and cats can see spirits. I believe many young children can see spirits as well - until it gets socialized out of them.
By the way, this safe driving tip applies to anything that takes your attention away from the road. Talking on the phone without a hands-free device, toying with the radio, reaching for something on the floor, and even (in the case of another friend) eating a Rollo while driving can distract you enough that you cannot make effective judgments!
So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.
It was snowing harder now. I drove back through the gas station and slowed to a stop to where the young man could see me between the parked cars. I rolled down my window and motioned him to my car. "Me?" he asked, pointing to his chest.
I was fascinated and excited. I called my dear friend in California. He asked the spirit several questions as well. This process of writing is called automatic writing. I spent many evenings channeling in that way.
The 16th hole is the best offering of the track. There's nothing fancy about it, measuring a meager 370 yards. What makes it such a great hole is the hugely elevated tee box, allowing us common folk to swing out of our shoes in an attempt to carry the green in one. Of course, there's a risk factor as well, with cars zipping by on highway 36 just a slice away. In an attempt to avoid a multi-traffic pile up, Hansard bailed right, then flubbed his approach. With 15 feet to a birdie and redemption, things were looking promising for a tight finish. Things went south quickly when Hans scrambled up a par while I three-rolled for a bogey. Two down with two to play, and my opportunity to finally break out of a losing slump was quickly beginning to fade.
Have you ever known of a child who talks about having invisible friends? They may not be invisible to them. Watch young children, dogs, and cats suddenly look directly at something that we cannot see. They say that dogs and cats can see spirits. I believe many young children can see spirits as well - until it gets socialized out of them.
By the way, this safe driving tip applies to anything that takes your attention away from the road. Talking on the phone without a hands-free device, toying with the radio, reaching for something on the floor, and even (in the case of another friend) eating a Rollo while driving can distract you enough that you cannot make effective judgments!
So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.
It was snowing harder now. I drove back through the gas station and slowed to a stop to where the young man could see me between the parked cars. I rolled down my window and motioned him to my car. "Me?" he asked, pointing to his chest.
I was fascinated and excited. I called my dear friend in California. He asked the spirit several questions as well. This process of writing is called automatic writing. I spent many evenings channeling in that way.
