Yellow Springs News Blogs Section :: Page 25
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BLOG— Vote! Vote! Vote!
The first time I headed to the polls, I was six. It was 1980, a watershed year in national politics, and my elementary school held a mock-contest among the three candidates.
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BLOG-All Hallowed Eve
Our children are vested in All Hallowed Eve…all amazement, all reverence…all in the name of very good fun.
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BLOG — Book round-up, part 1
“McMafia offers a startling look at the rise of organized crime, specifically in relation to the fall of the USSR and the rise of globalization…Sasquatch: Legend Meets Science is an exhaustive scientific look at Sasquatch and what truths may be behind its purported existence…Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend is book one of a subtle, jarring, beautiful, and difficult series that chronicles a friendship in 1950s Naples.”
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BLOG— Alive in Bechtlandia
Finally, hunched over in supplication, I practically clawed at the next Docker-clad salesperson I saw and got the beautiful specificity of “aisle nine.” At that moment, no words in the English language were more splendid. Aisle nine. Possibly the world’s shortest, most perfect poem.
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BLOG — Foolish mortals
The air is cooling, plants begin to wither and fade and more and more of the day is taken up by darkness. Halloween approaches.
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BLOG-Once More Around the Block
The Yellow Springs Art Studio Tour and Sale had its fifteenth and final run this past weekend. I made sure to run the circuit and enjoy its many surprises.
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BLOG — Flushed: the Fire Hydrant Story
“It seems like something is amiss when a hydrant is open because they are characters on the edge of the street, stolid chunks of metal that are part of a city’s impenetrable infrastructure..but opening hydrants is a routine part of city maintenance.”
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BLOG— Leaf-fall morning
The world is always on the verge of being something else. Call it the temple/missile effect. I think the world’s drawn double, like an optical illusion.
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BLOG-Mile Mark on the Little Miami Scenic Trail
Here in Yellow Springs in the 1980s, local residences saw a railway that could be converted to a community asset and connector. Today, the Rail to Trails Conservatory sees a pathway to resurface our maps with the stuff of enduring legacies.
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BLOG— Street Fairy magic
Ahead in the dimness, I heard bells. A belly dancer was jingling my way, still costumed and ringing from wrist to ankle. She smiled as she passed, enjoying the sleigh-bell sound of her own trot, I think.
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