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James R. Stout

Blog posts January 2019

The Fog

            I was newly divorced. It wasn’t what I wanted, but along with the sadness of it all there was also relief. The ordeal of experiencing the marriage fall apart over the last 5 years or so plus the process of getting the divorce had left me spent and ready for a new trail to blaze. My two k…

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Mama's Jonquils

 

            When my mother was about 8-years-old, sometime in either 1937 or 1938, she asked her grandmother, my great-grandmother, if there was some way that she could plant some jonquils like my great-grandmother had at her home. Great-grandma then helped my mother take some cuttings from Gr…

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Better, Not Bitter

            Chances are you are wearing something made out of cotton. I know that I am. In fact, just about everything that I am wearing as I write this is made out of cotton or some kind of cotton blend. Most of us don’t think about what it took to get from a field of planted cotton seeds to the cl…

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Monster Lane

            Sometimes as a parent or grandparent we’re just too tired or busy to properly answer a child’s question. That can come back to bite us. In fact, it usually does. Most of the time it starts out as a simple question that could be easily answered within just a few minutes. But once we commi…

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Dapper Dan

             From as far back as I can remember my mother always had a subscription to Reader’s Digest. I became interested in the magazine about the time I turned 10-years-old. At first, I was mainly interested in the various joke sections. These included “Laughter, The Best Medicine”, “Humor in Un…

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Learnings and Legacy

            I recently was asked a question that I have been asked many times over the years. Only this time I decided to answer the question in writing. The question? How and when did I learn to play guitar and specifically the bass guitar. I will endeavor to answer that question without boring mos…

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The Pimple Fairy

            It was the fall of 1974 and I was 19-years-old at the time. It was during that perplexing time in life when I was not quite a man and not a boy either. Late one night about 1 o’clock in the morning I had just gone to bed. I wasn’t asleep yet, but all was quiet in the house and the lights…

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Today Is The Only Day We Can Ever Count On

             Now let’s be honest here. How many of us started working at our perfect job on the first job we ever had? I don’t see too many hands raised there. Next question. How many of us, after working in a few jobs, found our perfect job and spend the rest of our working lives blissfully unaware…

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A Walk Through Fire

             I saw a picture recently of an old bridge that was made out of concrete and steel. There’s no telling how many cars have been driven over that bridge over the years. Even the best engineered bridges will weaken over time. The stress applied to the bridge by movement, wind, rain, cold, h…

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The Chain

            When I was a freshman in high school, we were required to take a semester of “health” classes. Some of the topics included how our bodies work, sex education, diseases, and a full six-weeks of anti-drug classes with films and so forth to reinforce the ill-effects of taking either illegal…

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Ditto!

              In the book of Genesis there’s a story told that explains why the people of the world speak different languages. The story can be found in Chapter 11: 1-9. I won’t got into the story because that’s not the point of this blog entry. I will only say that very suddenly people who had all …

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