Saxon Henry's Blog, page 30

Art's Mirror I Use

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Sam had suffered kidney damage while we were in St. Augustine and I blamed myself. I always left him with a woman who took care of animals in her home because I couldn't stand the thought of him being in a veterinarian's office in a cage, especially given that we left him so frequently. He always seemed happy to see her, wagging his tail heartily when she would walk out to greet us.

I hadn't realized she wasn't watching the animals properly and she managed to give him the Prednisone that...

One True Sentence

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Jim flew us to St. Augustine so he could check on a construction project. The drone of the single engine plane was filling the air with palpable noise and vibrating the magazine I was reading. It contained an article about Ernest Hemingway, which claimed Americans liked him because he portrayed life as it was, not as he wanted it to be. When we finally landed, I was happy to be out of the small cockpit and even happier to have a couple of hours to myself. I walked around the historically...