On Christmas leave in 1985. I headed home from my duty station in Newport, Rhode Island to my parent’s home in Annapolis, Maryland. While at home a Newport friend called and asked if I would be interested in going out with a friend of his who was stationed in DC. I don’t recall asking very many questions but I do remember my very sophisticated and warm reply, “Well, its a free country.” Gary called me…
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There are several ways that a potted plant may find its way in my home for temporary viewing pleasure. But left in my hands the destination is always the same … the garbage. I have the habit of often buying a plant and enjoying it at peak flower with the best intentions of later planting it into our backyard garden. My pace and my own distractibility leaves the finish line for this type of project…
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