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| Headwaters of Doe River |
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You good folk whom have come to depend on my written words of extreme finite wisdom each day must forgive me if I sometimes do not post any profound utterances to this blog; yesterday was a "for instance". Seventy-six degrees Fahrenheit (24.4°C) found me on the porch snoozing on the lounger when I should have been spending an hour or so preparing entertainment for you, my only friends. I will try to keep such lapses to a minimum, but god, those cushions in the spring sun are surely comfortable. You may be assured that while I am decadently pampering my body with nature's gift, I often think of all of you.
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Actor Elizabeth Taylor has died. The first movie I remember seeing her in was Elephant Walk; I was about 10 years old and I tagged along with my parents to the theater because I thought the film would be a Tarzan-like adventure. Wow, was I ever mislead by my audacious brain. It turned out to be a tragic love story and by the time I was blessed by seeing "The End" flicker on the silver screen, I didn't care if all the characters were dead. The next—and last—offering by her that I saw was a few years later when I was a horny 15 years of age, a movie titled Butterfield 8. On a warm evening, my cousin and I walked about five miles to Johnson City and sneaked into the Skyline Drive-in Theater through the playground just so we could see lots of Ms Taylor's skin adorned by a slinky négligé. The walk back home was one filled with lustful daydreams sinful desire.
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The photo is of streamlets of water issuing from fractured rocks near the top of Roan Mountain. These rocks are some of the oldest in the world. The waters becomes a creek and finally the Doe River which pays tribute to the Watauga River in Elizabethton, Tennessee.
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Have a great Tuesday, my friends.
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