Amos had often heard people speak of kindred spirits. It was an unfathomable concept and had been since he’d first heard the term. His sisters were all about kindred spirits. He hadn’t scoffed at the idea, but he hadn’t embraced it either. His idea of kindred spirits were people that had known each other for years and years and understood and accepted the other’s foibles. It was learned, it was habit.


He was a peculiar sort of chap
With his backward baseball cap
Raggedy jeans and slouchy top
And his oh so unruly mop

Some looked slightly askance
Wearily questioning his circumstance
Little did many realize
He was here to supervise

Although sporting the latest fashion
He was indeed full of passion
Carrying out his duties so well
Raising quietly an alarm bell

Should the need arise
He would could instantly revise
Instituting and creating a new game plan
As though he were a chameleon


I remember a time when stories, tv series, movies and tv shows elevated the spirit, left you coming away thinking, “that’s something to strive for, aspire to!”. These days, it’s ludicrous. I don’t have a tv, and I haven’t had one (and cable) for 30 years. I can’t say as I’ve missed much after watching cable at other people’s houses.

Touched by an unknown woman.

“Unconnected solitary.   Whether in a room full of people or by yourself, it can happen.”  As I read this I wondered, how in the world could that possibly occur?  To have personally felt the depths of loneliness on several occasions to the extent that you felt completely disconnected with anyone? I read on:  “Once

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