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As the van with it's nearly bald tires reached the crest of the deep snow-covered mountain pass we were exhausted after pushing it up the last 100 feet or so. It was desolate and we all asked ourselves why in the world we would ever try to do this. In airplane...

  On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Horses and Mules   Once in a while making a trip by horseback was preferable to walking, but not always.  The Footloose Forester was only a sometimes rider, so never got comfortable enough around horses...

Lea’s Dream   The moon was shining brightly and I was on my way home.   Suddenly something went wrong.   Everything became dark and I was caught in a pair of strong arms.   It was useless for me to try to wrench myself free.   I was not in...

Cops and Robbers               The evening sun had hidden its face behind the mountains, casting a beautiful sunset across the sky.   Darkness was appearing fast, and another day had almost passed.             Our daily farm chores had been completed for this day.   I had just finished mine and...

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One day, when I was a young mother of two small children, I went to visit my sister who lived nearby. On the way, I stopped to pick up doughnuts for all of us. While exiting the doughnut shop I stared, frozen with disbelief while watching my car, with my children...

September, 1967. The Viet Nam War is in full swing. I was 18 with the maturity of a 12 year old, more interested in the Beatles and psychedelics than watching the news. A disappointment to my parents, I spent the summer bumming on Cape Cod with my friend, Nicky Russo until...