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Santa: help us all find some horse sense

Dear Santa: Thanks for last year’s gift, the Gulliver’s Travels book. I enjoyed the Houyhnhnms, those horse-like characters. So bright. So noble. And those savage Yahoos. So dim. So lost. Poor Gulliver couldn’t see himself in them. But Gulliver really was a traveller. Like you Santa. That’s why I’m writing. Distribution problems down here are getting worse.

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A thorny, red rose

(The London Free Press – Saturday, May 10, 1997)

“We are one, after all, you and I. Together we suffer. Together we exist. And forever will re-create each other.”

— Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, 20th century French philosopher

ST. THOMAS, CANADA – Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, the one day of the year I’m vividly reminded I have never held my mother, looked into her eyes and told her I love her. I have never offered a soft kiss on her cheek. I have never even given her flowers.

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