This overeager acorn fell onto our sidewalk recently, but was off target and had poor timing. We are at the height of the acorn season now and are wary of the little projectiles falling from trees, sometimes bouncing off heads before reaching the ground. This produces the time-honored ritual that began decades ago when IContinue reading “Noggin Knocker Season”
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Secrets Locked
In the mid 1960’s, my dad was digging in a field that lay along the north banks of the Platte River in Nebraska. He felt the shovel hit something solid, so he reached into the hole and pulled out this rusty old padlock. It has a crown and “VR,” in honor of Queen Victoria, stampedContinue reading “Secrets Locked”
Eskildoodle Photos and Feelings 