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Dr. Sweet: Dentist Sculpture

Who dated George McGovern’s daughter, met Louis Armstrong, had a father who owned a radio station, is a detailed sculptor, and knows that if it weren’t for lips, the tongue would push the teeth out of the mouth? He lived in Iowa, South Dakota, and Illinois; he had homes on farms, in small towns and big cities. He dabbled in politics and aspired to be an artist. Who is creating a bust of President Abraham Lincoln, capturing his character and his Illinoisan visage, in a labor of love?

Who has so many intelligent thoughts begging to be set free that they sometimes tumble over his tongue, and lodge momentarily between his teeth? It’s Marengo, Illinois’s long-time dentist, Dr. Jim Sweet.

I got a chance to meet this interesting fellow, and my-oh-my,

Goals Progress Report: July

Ahh… July is my vacation month.  4th of July, Camping, BlogHer…  How will I get anything done?  Some months are meant to kick back and relax. June got me going, though.  I did watch a lot of soccer.  I love soccer.  Maybe I deserve some rest. My Progress on Game Plan 2014: Get my novel published:  I will get editors, a cover designer, and a publisher.  I will. Progress: My content editor,Lisa Romeo and I sat down and discussed her take on A Land of Milk and Honey.  She filled me with such confidence and encouragement.  She also filled me…

Photo Friday: 4th of July

Happy 4th of July Everyone! I’m a sucker for food, family and fireworks. First a picnic of brats and ribs and potato salad.  Next we load up or blankets, M&Ms and diet Coke (I don’t know why, but these things are tradition.) We arrive at 8PM and the crowd was already thick around the bandshell.  We take our usual spot on top of the hill and wait.  Twenty minutes of color explosion. Was it worth it?  Always.  What are your 4th of July traditions? Two more local towns, two more firework displays.  I think we have enough M&Ms and diet…

Gratitude Monday: Summertime and Grandchilden

On Mondays I Link to Laurel and her Alphabet Salad to share gratitude.  Please be sure to click on over and see the gratitude she, and others, share.     This weekend we celebrated Miss G’s eighth birthday.  She and her two brothers are the grandchildren that live the furthest from me.  It takes us about and hour-fifteen if traffic and construction don’t thwart us.  I am so grateful all fourteen of my grandchildren live so close by.  Besides a rollicking game of kickball around some outdoor pools, Miss G loved the cake I made her.  Three are coming over…

Getting High on Cannabis Knowledge

Born in the Flower Child generation, I missed out on the drug culture entirely.  I never even went to a kegger.  Well, I take that back, I did go to one when I was a senior in high school. “Look!”  someone shouted.  “Adela’s here.” I can’t believe its echoed out of the barn and across the field.  A bunch of my classmates swarmed at me, beckoning to me like a crowd of zombies carrying red solo cups. I was so embarrassed that I left after fifteen minutes.  Was I really that straight-laced?  Was I really that much of a geek or…

Gratitude Monday: Twinning It

Starting the work-week out with gratitude is the best way to start.  I continue to be grateful for Laurel for introducing me to Gratitude Monday. Late last week my brother, Frank gifted me with a visit.  He brought along five of his nine sons, one set of 11-year old identical twins, Robert and Wesley.  They got to me my 7-year old identical, mirror image twin grandsons, Robert and Ryan.  What a gas!  I’m telling you, Frank’s five boys and Beanie’s four boys, and Miss K, right in the middle, somehow managing to get to the center of attention, which is…

Photo Friday: Self-PhotoBomb

My pal Frank brought five of his eight sons to visit.  They live in Texas.   Frank SnapChatted with his older boys, sending pics of the Willis Tower, the Bean, and Pritzker Pavillion.  Yawn… Really?  Teenagers are so hard to impress.  Maybe it was a case of “you gotta be there.” But then we photo bombed ourselves.  That even wowed the stay-at-home sons.  Cool!  

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