Mazar-i-Sharif
February 26, 1969
We've had a week of snow. I saw it snow every day of the week. It snows in the night and melts in the day. Snow and melt. Snow and melt. The snow melts and we have mud. The mud of Mazar fights at you. It is up to the calf of the leg in places now. Everywhere it is up to the ankle.
Every day I hope for the plane. Never comes. Soon I will take land transportation through the tunnels to Kabul. I have to get a shot.
When a plane comes I ought to get lots of mail.
A well-swept yard was once the mark of a well-kept house and property, owned or lent
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Male Cat Cares for Kittens as All Bond Among and Also Bond with the Neighborhood
Two black kittens, small but getting about, took residence a couple of doors away. No mother came with the little furries. What did is a black male. Attentive, protective, he lies on his side the the small ones snuggle his tummy with their tiny lips. All sleep snuggled. A neighborhood conversation. So far the local rag and tube have not been told. Good.
My childhood always had a dog or cat or both who came home to our place. They had wonderful stories; some we knew and some we surmised. This story of my adulthood will join those of special relationships of long ago.
If only such kindness were common in the adult world.
My childhood always had a dog or cat or both who came home to our place. They had wonderful stories; some we knew and some we surmised. This story of my adulthood will join those of special relationships of long ago.
If only such kindness were common in the adult world.
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