Originally posted on Griffins and Ginger Snaps:

The only unfulfilled love I’m willing to talk about openly is writing. And the realization that the love affair will never be reciprocated hurts just as much as that first time someone came out and said, “I like you. I just don’t like-like you.”

Writing will never like-like me. I’m too old, and it’s not that I’m too old as much as born at the wrong time – the non-generation. I’m not a baby boomer. I’m not a Me. I’m too old to be a Gen-Xer. Or Y and Z for that matter. I missed the computer age – I didn’t even have a computer until I got married and I was forty-one before I actually owned my own – a laptop, which took me a year to finally use with any kind of regularity. My kids know the VCR as the machine next to the TV that has never…

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Originally posted on Music of Our Heart:

 Find out more about Gary Clark Jr. who is getting a lot of deserved focus. I like this novel approach to the Webzine, multimedia content that Paste M Player has designed and delivered.

Click here to see it (you have to set up an account first which can start as free for 7 days). I chose the Facebook  Connect option (OpenID…).

Please note this is not a Responsive Design Web app. It is not usable today on the iPhone device. Perhaps in the future.

Use your favorite Web browser for now (mine is Google Chrome right now…)

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mrsdrea:

This was so funny and it totally distracted me from this election crap…thanks i enjoyed that. I am sitting here biting my nails its a very close election.

Originally posted on On The Road With Jim And Mary:

The days of campaigning with a parade, red, white and blue bunting and a megaphone on the corner are gone.

I’ve worked the polls off and on most of my life. The very first house my husband and I bought, became the neighborhood polling place for the 10 years  we owned it.  The judge from that polling place always brought her “election cake” made with persimmons. It was her family tradition we enjoyed. What I remember most about those days, was friendly neighbors, most of whom I registered while pulling my first child along in a wagon from house to house.

Since being on the road with Jim,  one thing I miss is the great food we brought to the polling place in Murphys.  A veritable feast of a potluck is the tradition here. And, I miss meeting and greeting old friends I may only see once a year at…

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