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		<title>Legacies&#8230;</title>
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They had been young and full of pain and combat,
and now all this was dead in them; they smiled
mildly, feebly, gently&#8230;spoke in thin voices&#8230;
looked at one another with eyes dead to desire,
hostility, and passion&#8230;
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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He passed away quietly that Friday morning, a few hours before sunrise. His health had deteriorated in the last few years. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Choice</title>
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This earth, this life, that is&#8230;that we have seen and known&#8230;
that has broken our hearts, maddened our brains, and torn
the sinews of our lives asunder….
Quick are the mouths of earth, and quick the teeth
that fed upon this loveliness. You, who were made
for music, will hear music no more: In your dark
house, the winds are silent…
&#8212;Thomas [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=1093</link>
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		<title>Sweltering Days&#8230;</title>
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The summer comes again, heat-blazing summer, humid,
murked with mist, sky-glazed with brutal weariness…
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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It’s been one of those summers. Half gone, already, seems like. As is the year. Hotter than a biscuit in the East. Record temps. Much moaning about “climate change,” and how we’re all going to die in the next year or so, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=1056</link>
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		<title>Anabaptists and Rednecks</title>
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When in Rome, do as the Romans do. 
&#8212;St. Ambrose
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I had expressed some reservations when he enrolled. That summer two years ago. But he’s an adult, and if he wanted to attend, that was his business. Even so, I grumbled at him a little. Since then, we’ve communicated now and then, and he stopped by [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=963</link>
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		<title>Pit Stop&#8230;</title>
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….a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion:
for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
&#8211;Ecclesiastes 3:22
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All right. Time for a little break. And a brief update. 
It’s been an intense five weeks or so, since the last post. Yeah, yeah, I know. I intended to post [...]]]></description>
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		<title>One Last Rant&#8230;</title>
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All you zombies hide your faces.
All you people in the street,
All you sittin&#8217; in high places.
The rain&#8217;s gonna’ fall on you.
Hooters, lyrics: “All you Zombies…”
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They do it every year, like clockwork. Always just before Easter. Always so utterly predictable, always in the most serious scholarly manner, and always, despite a great charade of earnestly searching [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Limbo-Land</title>
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Every day you see one more card.
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart.
The waiting is the hardest part.
Tom Petty, lyrics: The Waiting…
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Things have settled down a great deal since my last post. At least inside my head. The waves of euphoria have calmed. Replaced with, well, a lot of things. A [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=778</link>
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		<title>Running Down a Dream&#8230;</title>
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Yeah, running down a dream
That never would come to me.
Working on a mystery,
Going wherever it leads.
Running down a dream.
&#8212;Tom Petty, lyrics: Running Down a Dream
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I’ve had the dream for a long, long time. Far longer than I’ve been blogging. I’ve always known, deep down, that one day I would pursue it. Reach for it and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=702</link>
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		<title>The Unloved&#8230;</title>
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They cry in the dark, so you can&#8217;t see their tears.
They hide in the light, so you can&#8217;t see their fears.
Forgive and forget, all the while
Love and pain become one and the same,
In the eyes of a wounded child.
&#8212;Pat Benatar, lyrics: Hell is for Children
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It happened in the late 1950s, a few years before I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=701</link>
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		<title>Esau&#8217;s Birthright&#8230;</title>
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And Esau said: Behold, I am at the point to die:
and what profit shall this birthright do to me?
Genesis 25:30
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They never told us why. 
Everything was preached from a solid foundation of what had always been. Amish this. Amish that. You live this way because that’s the way it is. You live this way because [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=700</link>
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		<title>Head Static&#8230;</title>
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Fire drives a thorn of memory in the heart.
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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It’s been noisy lately. Steady static noise. In my head. I’m not sure why. Probably a combination of a lot of things. 
Sometime over the holidays, around Thanksgiving, I could feel it creeping in. Out there on the fringes of my consciousness. A deep sense of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=696</link>
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		<title>Legends of &#8220;Old Christmas&#8221;</title>
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&#8220;Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.&#8221; 
&#8212;William Shakespeare: Hamlet
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The date never had any particular significance when we lived in Aylmer. It was a cold winter day, just like any other. The Aylmer Amish, mostly Daviess County stock, simply weren’t tuned in to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Home for Christmas</title>
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&#8220;&#8230;the dark ancestral cave…from which mankind
emerged into the light, forever pulls one back &#8211;
but&#8230;you can&#8217;t go home again&#8230;you can&#8217;t go&#8230;
back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.&#8221;
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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We always stirred this time of year. Plotted. Prepared. Planned. Turned our faces again to the west and north and the distant land of home. Did whatever [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=694</link>
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		<title>Child-speak&#8230;</title>
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All the children say:
We don’t need another hero.
We don’t need to know the way home.
All we want is life beyond the Thunderdome.
&#8212;Tina Turner, lyrics: Thunderdome
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My cell phone rang the other evening, as I was tooling down the road in Big Blue. My brother Titus, calling from the local schoolhouse phone in Bloomfield, Iowa. Just to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=693</link>
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		<title>Tales From The (Legal) Trenches</title>
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It is unfair to believe everything we hear about lawyers.
Some of it might not be true.
&#8212;Gerald F. Lieberman
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You’d never know it, just being around me. As most of my customers don’t. I never tell them. That I am an attorney. Fully licensed in PA. I’m just common old Joe Schmoe. Pleasant. Cheerful. Accommodating. I can [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=692</link>
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		<title>A Knife&#8217;s Tale&#8230;</title>
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…and find then in our hands some object, like this, real and
palpable, some gift out of the lost land and the unknown world,
as token that it was no dream – that we have really been there.
And there is no more to say&#8230;
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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I’ve always had a serious weakness for a good knife. I don’t know [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=687</link>
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		<title>My Forty-Five Seconds of Fame</title>
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“One may smile and smile, and be a villain.” 
William Shakespeare: Hamlet
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Well, it’s been a wild week. Probably unlike any I’ve ever experienced before, or ever will again. My fleeting seconds of fame on CNN came and went like a speck of dust in the wind. Here briefly, then whoosh, gone forever. Old musty details [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=686</link>
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		<title>CNN and Me</title>
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I make my living off the evening news.
Just give me something, something I can use.
People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry…
Kick &#8216;em when they&#8217;re up, kick &#8216;em when they&#8217;re down.
Kick &#8216;em when they&#8217;re up, kick &#8216;em when they&#8217;re down&#8230;
We can do the innuendo, we can dance and sing.
When it&#8217;s said and done, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=680</link>
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		<title>Autumn&#8230;</title>
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&#8220;Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We&#8217;ll
smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill
of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.&#8221;
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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We almost made it, all of us. But once again, a few didn’t. The record remains intact. I have not been together with all my brothers and sisters [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=678</link>
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		<title>South-Enders</title>
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“Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth..”
Alabama, lyrics: Song of the South
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When it comes to staid, blue blood, dignified Amish communities, Lancaster County has no peers. So prim and proper, is everyone. Traditional. Clean. Distinctive in dress. You can tell if people are from Lancaster County by their clothes, no [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=676</link>
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		<title>A Time to Live&#8230;</title>
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To every thing there is a season, and a time
to every purpose under the heaven… 
&#8212;Ecclesiastes 3:1
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One hundred and twenty-four weeks. That’s how long it’s been. Almost two and a half years. One hundred and twenty-four straight weeks of posting a new blog every Friday night. That’s a long, long time. Any way you look [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=675</link>
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		<title>Baseball in Amish Country (Guest Blog)</title>
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Since this is my birthday week and I needed a long overdue break,
I’ve asked my good friend John Schmid to fill in for me this week. 
&#8212;The Editor
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Note from John: It is an honor to be asked by Ira to be a guest writer.  No way can I match Ira’s ability to keep you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=673</link>
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		<title>Boogeyman&#8230;</title>
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A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently;
there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand
presses the snib of the window, the latch rises….
&#8212;J.M. Barrie
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For decades, the story has resided in the Wagler clan’s chronicles of lore and legend, to be trotted out and re-examined from time to time, when [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=672</link>
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		<title>Dog Days&#8230;</title>
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“There&#8217;s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.”  
&#8212;Bill Watterson, &#8220;Calvin and Hobbes&#8221;
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I don’t know what it is. In the Dog Days of summer, everything droops. Energy, spirits, and sometimes inspiration. Most years, you can blame it on the heat. Not so much, this year, except for the last week, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=671</link>
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		<title>The River of Jordan</title>
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The art of healing comes from nature, not from the physician.
Therefore the physician must start from nature, with an open mind.
&#8211; Philipus Aureolus Paracelsus
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Seems like every Amish community has one. Its local expert on natural cures. The man or woman who will prescribe concoctions of herbs and mixtures of who knows what for just [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=670</link>
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		<title>Letting Go&#8230;</title>
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All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
&#8212;Havelock Ellis
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About once a year or so, it seems, they trot out another one. This one was shown in England last weekend. An Amish-themed documentary entitled “Trouble in Amish Paradise”. One more film about a fascinating backwards culture, one [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=669</link>
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		<title>Random Musings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
A deadline is negative inspiration.  Still,
it&#8217;s better than no inspiration at all.  
&#8212;Rita Mae Brown
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I wonder sometimes, after posting another childhood sketch, what the reactions of my readers really are. A few comments always trickle in, but compared to the total number of readers each week, the feedback is pretty miniscule. And [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=668</link>
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		<title>Sale Barn Nights (Sketch #14)</title>
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“Play us a tune on an unbroken spinet, and let us hear
the actual voices of old fairs; Let us move backwards
through our memories…Let us relive the million forgotten
moments of our lives….”
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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We made it probably three, maybe four times a summer. It was a rare treat, to be allowed to go. An experience to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=667</link>
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		<title>Just Chillin&#8217;&#8230;</title>
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Take it easy, take it easy.
Don’t let the sound of your own wheels
Drive you crazy.
Lighten up while you still can.
Don&#8217;t even try to understand.
Just find a place to make your stand.
And take it easy.
&#8212;The Eagles, lyrics; Take it Easy
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It’s always the same. The anticipated event approaches. At long last, the day arrives. The festivities [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=648</link>
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		<title>Rants and Other Observations</title>
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Politicians are like diapers. They both need changing regularly and for the
same reason.
&#8212;Author Unknown
There ought to be one day &#8211; just one &#8211; when there is open season on senators.
&#8212;Will Rogers
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It’s July. The summer hums along. Independence Day. All the rah rah celebrations. Cookouts. Fireworks. Great puffery and proclamations from countless elected buffoons lauding [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=647</link>
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		<title>Schmid&#8217;s World</title>
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“The great thing about touring Holmes County with John Schmid is that
he knows everyone, and you get to meet a lot of interesting people.
The bad thing about touring Holmes County with John Schmid is that
he knows everyone, and you can’t get to where you’re going, because
everyone stops to talk to him.”
&#8212;Ira Wagler
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I’d never been [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=636</link>
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		<title>Calling Amos&#8230;</title>
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“There is in every true woman’s heart, a spark of heavenly fire,
which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which
kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.”
&#8212;Washington Irving
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I really don’t know how I get myself into these situations. It’s certainly not like any- thing is planned, or that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=634</link>
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		<title>Two Days at Long Pond</title>
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The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its
announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it. 
&#8212;F. Scott Fitzgerald
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It rained all week. Relentlessly, day after day. And rain drizzled as we gathered last Friday at my brother-in-law Paul’s place. Well, technically my ex-brother-in-law. But we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=628</link>
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		<title>Summer Travels</title>
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“A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.” 
&#8212;Tim Cahill
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Used to be, years ago, that I could pick up on a whim and travel cross-country on some wild goose chase or another. For any reason or none. Maybe there was work somewhere in another state. Or I was heading off to college. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=627</link>
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		<title>Gone&#8230;</title>
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So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. 
&#8212;William Cullen Bryant: Thanatopsis
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I’ve wondered sometimes, as the years have slipped by, how it would feel to be old. To reach that age when, as a matter of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=626</link>
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		<title>Blood Brothers&#8230;</title>
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A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. 
&#8212;Proverbs 17:17
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We gather infrequently these days, the three of us. Usually at a wedding, about every year or two. Last week, as the guests assembled for my nephew’s big day, I looked for them. I knew that they would come. 
They [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=624</link>
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		<title>Cleaning House</title>
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My theory on housework is, if the item doesn&#8217;t multiply, smell, catch fire, or
block the refrigerator door, let it be.  No one else cares.  Why should you?  
&#8212;Erma Bombeck
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I’m getting company at my house this weekend. Family. Some remnants of the great influx of Waglers that will be flowing in. For [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=622</link>
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		<title>Heathen&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
“Is it a book,” he would whisper hoarsely to any aspiring young
author, at the same time rolling his eyebrows about – “is it a book
that you would be willing for your young daughter to read?” Mr.
Stoat had no young daughter, but in his publishing enterprises
he always acted on the hypothesis that he did have, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=621</link>
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		<title>Bicycle Battlefield</title>
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Get a bicycle.  You will not regret it if you live. 
&#8212;Mark Twain
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He was gliding along, between the cars parked along the street and the traffic in the downtown metropolis of New Holland. Hunched over the handle bars of his speedster bike. Dressed in some sort of flashy striped outfit, aerodynamic helmet firmly [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=620</link>
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		<title>Ramblings of Springtime</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it&#8217;s all right.
It&#8217;s all right.	
The Beatles, lyrics: Here comes the Sun
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I’ve heard it said that extended lack of sunshine causes depression. And I certainly believe it can. Or at least a deflation of spirits. For me, it triggers moodiness, and a deep sense of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=619</link>
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		<title>Songs of Youth</title>
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“And they called back to him forgotten memories: Old songs, old faces,
old memories, and all strange, wordless, and unspoken things men know
and live and feel, and never find a language for…”
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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I didn’t think I’d go at first. When my Amish friends invited me to the youth singing at their home a few weeks [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=618</link>
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		<title>Payback&#8230;.</title>
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&#8220;C&#8217;est La Vie, C&#8217;est La Vie &#8211; That&#8217;s just the way it goes (That&#8217;s life).&#8221; 
&#8212;Robbie Nevil, lyrics: C&#8217;est La Vie
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I thought about it a few weeks ago, when I wrote it. That maybe I shouldn’t brag. Shouldn’t litter my blog with vain boastings. But I went ahead and did anyway. Now there&#8217;s plenty [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=616</link>
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		<title>Angels in the Skies</title>
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Both boys dead? but that’s out of nature. We all
Have been patriots, yet each house must always keep one.
’Twere imbecile, hewing out roads to a wall;
And, when Italy ’s made, for what end is it done
If we have not a son?
&#8212;Elizabeth Barrett Browning, excerpt: Mother and Poet
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A quiet pall hangs over the Lancaster County [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Thin Blue Line</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
Every encounter between civilians and the state&#8217;s armed enforcers has
the potential to escalate into an episode of state-inflicted lethal violence.
&#8212;William Norman Grigg
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I saw the police car pull into the parking lot and park outside the office. A wiry middle-aged state cop got out and walked in. It was a Saturday morning and I was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=614</link>
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		<title>The Child in Spring (Sketch #13)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
“The years flow by like water, and one day it is spring again.
Shall we ever ride out of the gates of the East again, as we
did once at morning, and seek again, as we did then, new
lands…..and glory, joy and triumph, and a shining city?”
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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The dawn of spring. It always takes me back [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Space Travelers</title>
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&#8220;At no time, when the astronauts were in space were they alone:
there was a constant surveillance by UFOs.&#8221;
&#8212;NASA Astronaut Scott Carpenter
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Last Sunday night, I was in a mopey mood. My internal clock thoroughly messed up by the time change. Of course, no sports worth watching on TV. Tom and Jerry, my all-time favorite cartoon, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=610</link>
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		<title>&#8220;Green&#8221; Rider&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
I saw in the night, and behold, a man riding on a red horse&#8230;
&#8212;Zechariah 1:8
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The big storm hit last Sunday night. Sheets of snow, bitter howling winds, roads drifted shut. A winter mess, up and down the east coast. March, raging in like a lion. Even so, there was some humorous stuff in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.irawagler.com/?p=608</link>
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		<title>Grumbling&#8230;.</title>
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Bumpety-bumpety-bump went the wheels of the cart, and
the tired old bunny grumbled again.
“What did you say this time?” asked Billy Beaver.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Yes, you did. I heard you grumbling.”
“Well, I just said that this bridge underneath us is bumpy.
It shakes me all around and hurts my tail.”
&#8211;Excerpt, children’s story: “A Ride to Animal Town”
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		<title>Running Around</title>
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O youth, still wounded, living, feeling with a woe unutterable….
still thirsting with a thirst unquenchable – where are we to seek?
&#8212;Thomas Wolfe
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Hardly a week passes that I don’t get a handful of private emails from readers of my blog. The occasional virulent screed excoriating me for some imagined slight, or my ungodly world views. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Gathering of the Clans&#8230;</title>
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…..till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken;
for you are dust, and to dust you shall return. 
&#8212;Genesis 3:19
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The text on my phone was short and to the point. From my sister, Rhoda. Three words. Abner Wagler died. Not exactly unexpected news. But still, jolting in its finality. Another [...]]]></description>
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