It is Monday and I’m on the Statehouse grounds in Columbia. It is dark, late, and my wife and I are walking
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It is Friday and it is early. This morning I’ve got my coffee (Major Dickason’s Blend), a tangerine and a the expectation
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It is Saturday, early, and I’m sitting at our rustic, planked, dining room table watching the sun rise behind Lady’s Island. This
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It is Saturday, still early, still cool, and there is the expectation of a morning in the yard. We were gifted with
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There is a writer — Paul Theroux — who once took epic railway trips. His books Old Patagonia Express and The Great
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It is Saturday, early, and I’m sitting in our gray-painted library in our gray-painted house on 9th Street. The room comes with
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