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FRED FIRST: Jack Is A Dull Boy, Who’s Hands Have Never Been Busier

My thought life is being boxed and packing-taped in cardboard, the more so as we approach our late August move date. Not much is to be found now in...

FRED FIRST: Mosey’s New Home

We need another miracle. Soon.The tiny kitten appeared out of nowhere. She climbed our steps...

FRED FIRST: Life Plan, Healthspan and Third Places

The essential vitamin of Other People in Regular Places I was thinking and writing recently about those individuals...

FRED FIRST: And the Memories Live On: Super-agers

Their brains age more slowly than normal-agersNot a day passes that I don't remember my...

FRED FIRST: To The End of The End of The Book

The uncertainty and never-ending unknowing may soon end. For the past year, there has been...

FRED FIRST: My Wee Musical Man-Cave

Digital Tones and Frets and Reeds: Oh My!A month ago this small room behind me was just my office. Now it is also my...

FRED FIRST: Still is Still Moving . . .

We just don't quite know when the VAN will be at the door THE RECAPThe storyline for the past 6 months has been the tale...

FRED FIRST: Turning Points of Note From a Season of Change

First night: Middle of April: The sliding doors are open with nothing but the screens to filter the sweet air at midnight. The occasional hello...

FRED FIRST: What Was A Half Million Acres of Cypress Swamp

The transformation of the Missouri Boot HeelA year from today, I will be living in a world I do not know. But I can...

FRED FIRST: There Are Places I Remember

The Moods and Memories of MountainsOn reaching the summit of the long incline up from Carolina on I-77 this week, I made the decision...

Within Our Grasp – Learning To Live With What We Have

We are coming to the end of many familiar and comfortable ways of life in the next few months, and the beginnings of the...