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Flight of the Gaels
The Flight Of The Gaels During the 1840's, the Irish scattered from their homeland, like the flight of the wild geese. Hunger and oppression prodded them, like a drover's goad, to the four corners of the earth.
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The Internet, a new Rosetta Stone.
The Internet, a new Rosetta Stone. The internet has changed much more than our way of writing. It has changed substantively the very manner in which we think and express ourselves. No longer can we confidently proffer definitive positions and ideas from the splendid philosophical isolation of geography. Every written comment that we make on the internet is observed, noted and reviewed by billions of others with diverse cultures, languages and patterns of thought.
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Weathering The Storm
Weathering the Storm The sun was shining brightly on Tuesday morning, the 21st of November, 2000. It reflected brilliantly off the snowy white blanket that smothered the streets and houses of Buffalo and Western New York . It was the calm after the brutal storm of the night before.
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The Scarecrow
The Scarecrow It was the surprisingly loud and unexpected explosion that accompanied the shattering of my rear windshield that gave me the first indications that I might not be entirely welcome back in these hills. The glass fragments of the safety glass window erupted into the interior of the vehicle in a hail of crystal menace. It was the surprise of the attack, more than actual fear, that had startled me. I had just barely noticed, in the rear view mirror, the ugly twin barrels of an old shotgun peering from the side window of the battered pick up behind me when the explosion occurred.
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A Light In The Closet
A Light in the Closet I could see the narrow band of light gleaming from across the open space at the top of the hall closet door, which was slightly ajar. My childhood memories immediately conjured up a visage of something that you might see in those 1950's science fiction movies. You just knew then when you saw it, that something evil was waiting just beyond the door, waiting for you to be dumb enough to go and open it.
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