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I can't believe how beautiful a day it was today. Warm and sunny and all the color of fall. We took the dogs out for a walk today and Loki got to chase a huge groundhog. Of course, he also stuck his head down the groundhog's hole so we had to call him back but it was a day too wonderful to miss.

I keep looking at the colors of the leaves and I wonder... "Is this their true color?" Without the chlorophyll, does the real color of the leaf finally show.. When it's done for the season and no longer has to carry out the business of keeping the tree nourished, can a leaf finally show it's "true color". I wonder if they wanted all summer to show off a glaring red or neon orange instead of a cool green. Maybe the leaves dancing around in the wind are dancing with joy at finally being untethered. Is that why the still green leaves seem to strain and reach at their colored counterparts, flitting around? Isn't green the color of envy? I can't help thinking how much like leaves we must be in the autumn of our lives. When we stop being busy saying and doing all the things we have to say and do in order to keep our families nourished.. food on the table and clothes in closets etc...can we finally let go of our fresh green mantles and say what we really th

Off in the morning to the funeral of a favorite uncle. He was an incredibly gifted artist. It's always so strange to lose a family member, especially a youngish one.

Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children stricken with cancer, AIDS and blood diseases. One afternoon he and his wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids.> A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn't know that Newman was a famous movie star, explained, 'That's the man who made this camp possible. Maybe you've seen his picture on his salad dressing bottle?'> Blank stares.> 'Well, you've probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.'> An eight-year-old girl perked up. 'How long was he missing?' Just before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old son down and broke the news to him. 'I'm going to be away for a long time,' I told him. 'I'm going to Iraq .'> 'Why?' he asked. 'Don't you know there's a war going on over there? On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson asked my son the question. 'D

If you guys haven't read Robert Fughum's books "All I really need to know I learned in Kindergarten" and, "It was on fire when I lay down on it" and, "Uh- Oh" etc.. you really should pick up a couple.. Some of the most wonderfully touching stories ever. ***************************************************************************** from All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum, Villand Books, 1988 This is kind of personal. It may get a little syrupy, so watch out. It started as a note to my wife. And then I thought that since some of you might have husbands or wives and might feel the same way, I'd pass it along. I don't own this story, anyway. Charles Boyer does. Remember Charles Boyer? Suave, dapper, handsome, graceful. Lover of the most famous and beautiful ladies of the silver screen. That was on camera and in the fan magazines. In real life it was different. There was only one woman. For forty-four years. His