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  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    Thank you, dear friends, for taking the time to email me some of your thoughts on my recent columns.
    Most of my loyal readers must know by now how much I value any feedback you are willing to offer about the worth of this
    column.
    I’ve shared with you more than once how much I love writing for you each week and am honored to be doing so and now entering into my eighth year.
    I am used to sharing the loneliness that so many writers experience often in our
    careers.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    It’s been a while since I’ve taken early morning walks in the cold.
    Not since living in Tucson a decade ago do I recall walking with gloves and hat on when the temperatures were at the freezing mark.
    The only difference is that in Tucson I wore my cowboy hat, and here, in Aiken, I wore my Carolina Gamecocks baseball cap.
    What I thought most about along my walk this morning is how fortunate I am to have a wonderful, brick home with plenty of heat and hot water, and living like royalty compared to those who are homeless.

  • 4GEN Journal

    By Jack Levine
    It was late August 1963. I was 12. I remember my father calling me into his room. The radio was on, and I heard cheering.  It was not a baseball game kind of cheer.....it seemed louder and longer. It was a sustained roar.
     My dad, aged 72 and blind, pointed in the direction of the radio with one hand, and put his other index finger to his lips....he was telling me to be quiet....and to listen.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    The baseball season is finally over, and the New York Mets did not win it all.
    Yes, the Kansas City Royals, a truly better team won the World Series.
    I remain proud of my Mets. Who wouldn’t be, when your favorite team won a National League pennant for the first time since 2000?
    However, more important, for me, are two players from the Mets who really stood out as heroes and role models for our kids.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    “Semper Paratus” is the U.S. Coast Guard’s motto; it means “always ready.” It has been one of my life’s guiding principles to live by.
    Humility is another of the goals I strive for on a daily basis.
    Trying to be humble, when I am able, requires much continual prayer.
    Sept. 23 marked the 56th anniversary of the day I entered the Coast Guard on active duty.
    My long association with the outfit has made more of an impact on my life than anything.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    I hope you are one moved in a positive way to the beauty and splendor of autumn and able to observe the spectacular changes of color at this wonderful time of year.
    Most Floridians, outside of Gadsden County would probably have to drive fairly long distances to view the fall foliage.
    My wife and I missed viewing the fall colors while we lived in Florida.
    Before I left New England, I was always awed by the beauty of autumn and the graceful falling of the leaves of red, brown, green and yellow.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    Many South Carolinians living in Aiken County have lost their homes or can’t gain access to them because of high flood water.
    Judy and I have once again been spared from the wrath of nature, or could it be the wrath of God?
    Too often lately I’m convinced that our God, for reasons too deep to fathom, has spared us from peril or loss of our home and property.
    I’m certain one day soon none of us will be spared from the wrath of God and mankind will no longer exist on this wonderful planet we call Earth.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    When is the last time you’ve been read to?
    Was it a pleasant, soothing experience?
    Some of us are fortunate enough to remember our mothers or dads reading to us, especially at that greatest time of all, just before going off to sleep.
    At our house we had a set of books called the Junior Classics.
    Each of my brothers and sister had a favorite story my mother would read.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    I bet she would be a little upset with herself if she knew that ever since she made the comment, way back in May: “Those glasses are awful; they don’t do a thing for you,” that I’ve been going crazy switching them back and forth with another pair she found acceptable.
    I don’t even see well with the pair she favors.
    Oh well ...
    Yes, faithful readers, I do remember I recently wrote about eye glasses.
    Claire Roxann Willis Collier is my only sister, and she’s
    precious.

  • Along Twin Ponds Road

    Is pizza your favorite food as it is with so many Americans?
    It’s been mine ever since Butch Santy’s mother served me some of her own, homemade style, back in the early ‘50s.
    Of course, Mrs. Santy was Italian, and she probably grew up making pizza as so many Italian women did in those days.
    It’s a good thing my father was as crazy about pizza as his kids were or we’d have suffered big time.
    In my section of central Connecticut there were pizza o,r Italian restaurants on just about every street corner it seemed.