Bulletin 419 June 27, 2010

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Photo © Sarah Steinhauer
Chives in the garden...

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Photo illlustration © Virginia McCorkell
Marian Miller -- November 14, 1949 - June 17, 2010

Marian Mae (Skoglund) Miller

Marian Mae (Skoglund) Miller was born on November 14, 1949, to Elvin and Doris Skoglund in Cloquet, Minnesota. Marian graduated from Barnum High School in 1967 and attended St. Luke's School of Nursing, receiving her diploma as a Registered Nurse in 1970. Marian returned to school, completing her Bachelor of Science degree in Nursing in 1994. Later, Marian completed her education with additional classes, becoming certified in Mental Health Nursing.

Marian was employed by the University of Minnesota Hospitals, in Minneapolis, Meeker County Memorial Hospital in Litchfield, Rice Memorial Hospital in Willmar, and University Hospital in Tamarac, Florida. Marian was a devoted, dedicated, and caring nurse who was loved by her patients and respected by her colleagues. In 1991 she earned the "My Nurse Made a Difference" Award at Rice Hospital and received the "Nurse of the Year" Award at University Hospital in 2001.

Marian married Steven Miller on June 20, 1970. To this marriage were born four children: twins, Susan Mae and Michael Steven on July 20, 1971, Sandra Kay on November 7, 1975, and Mitchell Alan on August 11, 1978.

Marian professed to follow Jesus when she was 13 years old and lived her life in dedicated service to the Lord. She was a faithful example to her church, her family, her patients, her neighbors, and all others she interacted with.

She is survived by her husband, Steven of Coral Springs, Florida; daughter Susan (and Clark) Smith of Seffner, Florida; son Michael (and Vicki) Miller of Orlando, Florida; daughter Sandra (and Jay) Smith of Blacksburg, Virginia, and son Mitchell (and Kim) Miller of Reed City, Michigan. She is also survived by seven grandchildren, Alexander Smith (Susan), Ariel Miller (Michael), Zachary and Nathan Smith (Sandra with another grandson due in July) and Brooke, Mckenna, and Braden Miller (Mitchell), all of whom brought great joy to her life.

She is also survived by her father-in-law, James Miller of Bradenton, Florida, and three sisters; Carol (and Larry) Turner of Stewartville, Jean (and Charles) of Atwater, and Betty (and James) Huisman of Litchfield, along with many nieces, nephews, and friends. She was preceded in death by her parents and mother-in- law, Blanche Miller.

The funeral was Tuesday, June 22, at the Kraeer Funeral Home, 1655 University Drive, Coral Springs, Florida. Burial was at Serenity Gardens, 3350 Mall Hill Road, Lakeland, Florida.

Photo illlustration © Virginia McCorkell
Harlie Mae Harrison makes her debut.

UPDATE -- Amy and Ken Harrison welcome a new daughter
by Sherry Dake
Brooks-Oklee, MN

Harlie Mae Harrison
June 5, 2010
7 lbs. 9 oz.
proud parents: Ken & Amy (Dake) Harrison of Beaver Crossing, Nebraska
proud grandparents: Larry & Sherry Dake of Brooks, Minnesota, and Dean and Vella Harrison of Beaver Crossing, Nebraska

Photo illlustration ©Virginia McCorkell
Harlie Mae -- already giving Mom a hard time!

UPDATE -- birthdays and Father's Day celebrated
by Gina Henderson
Watertown, MN

I enjoyed spending some time with my sister in Moorhead during my birthday week. As usual, Abby had a blast playing with cousin Lexi. At home, we celebrated with a dinner out at a local restaurant called B's on the River. So it's official, Dan and I have completed our first quarter century of life AND we are finally old enough to rent a car! :)

And of course we enjoyed a really nice Father's Day. We were lucky enough to be with Dan's parents and mine! Glad for a chance to remember how lucky we are to have great dads!

Photo © Donna Johnson
Duck soup -- orphaned wood ducklings swim in a glass pie plate.

A couple of weeks ago I chanced to look out the window just as a wood duck made a perfect five-point landing in my front yard tree. I was astonished and amazed, never having seen a duck land in a tree before. However, I quickly put it out of mind, because, let's face it; we humans have so many more important things to do than stand around watching the marvels of the natural world around us.

Yesterday morning I just happened to look out the window again, right as three tiny ducklings jumped out of the tree like miniature paratroopers and marched single file into the intersection by my house.

I went out and began to try rounding them up and putting them back into the tree, a task that proved very difficult and I'm sure quite Vaudevillian to passers-by. I attempted to stuff them back into the top of the hollow tree trunk but they popped back out onto the grass beneath the tree faster than I could stuff them in, making me feel like I was playing some ridiculous carnival game.

Eventually, my kind and helpful post lady joined in the task and we finally contained the fuzzy little quackers in a big cardboard box at the foot of the tree.

However, we soon realized that two of the little ducklings had found their way down into a sewer grate and were peeping their little heads off in growing panic.

The post lady and I then appealed to the help of my handy sportsman-type next door neighbor, who fished them out with the longest-handled fishing net I have ever seen. Soon all five of the little buggers were snuggled up in a mass at the bottom of the box.

Photos © Donna Johnson
Douglas points out wood duck's nest hole in tree, left; five sleepy little quackers, right.

As good fortune would have it, I had an appointment that morning with my sister Donna to engage in a time-honored, traditional ritual known as "Garage Sailing," so the answer to the plight of my fuzzy new friends was pretty clear; they would have to adjust to country living and become "farm ducks."

Whereas this seems like a tidy, made-for TV ending, the reality may be a little more dicey. Donna read online that wood ducks are very difficult to keep alive and a passing hunter confirmed this opinion when he told her that he was surprised that they had not already dropped dead from little heart attacks.

However, everyone involved in the rescue mission agreed that our solution beat letting the little guys get squished by passing vehicles. So far, no fatalities have been reported and we're keeping our fingers crossed for our wayward, orphaned little quackers, who are now resting and (hopefully) growing under the care and safety of Donna and Beaver at their farm in Ashby.

Caity was put on the task of naming the ducklings, as I bequeathed them to her on her 14th birthday (which it was on the day I found them), but still no word on her choices.

Photo illustration © Douglas Anderson-Jordet; photo by Donna Johnson
Douglas contemplates fate of rescued wood duckling.

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Another collage of found images ... Click here to see what's up on Ginny McCorkell's Bitzidoodles blog.

Photo © Sarah Steinhauer
Chickpeas, garlic & red pepper flakes, ready to blend into hummus dip.

UPDATE -- Hummus Snack Dip with Garlic and Red Pepper
by Sarah Dake Steinhauer
Wannaska, MN

Have you ever made Hummus Dip? It is a healthy snack that is a good source of fiber and protein, and my kids love it. We eat it with whole wheat crackers or slices of sweet peppers.

Click here for the rest of the story on Sarah's Where The Wild Ferns Grow blog.

Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Chives & parsley, herb garden in Alaska Botanical Garden.

Busy, busy, busy ... the dandelions have been running Miss Jerrianne ragged but she took a day off for a pot luck party on the first day of summer. No time to cook, she said ... but then she happened upon a very simple recipe for Rhubarb-Raspberry Betty and she relented. There's rhubarb growing by the back steps, raspberries in the freezer and stale Italian bread in the refrigerator. She liked it well enough to make another one today, since there weren't any leftovers, and she even made a couple of minor improvements.

A couple of tablespoonfuls of Minute Tapioca blended with the sugar leave it juicy, but not too runny. And mixing a little cinnamon with sugar and dusting the bread cubes with that before baking added a nice touch. The 1-1/2 lbs. of rhubarb was about 5 cups -- anywhere from 4 to 6 cups should do it. Frozen raspberries were 12 oz. to a bag and she only needed half a pound (8 oz.) so that wasn't hard to figure. She poured half and half over the dish she tested, but she said vanilla ice cream would go very well, too.

Let's play a guessing game: we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.

Last week's Guess picture

Betty Weiland Droel supplied last week's mystery photo.
Send us some mystery photos; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn.

Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type ... generally in the order we receive them, so the first guess received is on top.

I would like to make a guess of the party goers. Looks like Betty [Weiland Droel's] birthday. My, she looks young and, of course, always pretty! Looks to me like Carol Sorenson and Adeline Karst are looking on. I don't know who the young ladies are. This picture dates back to, maybe, the early 70's.

You might find it interesting to know that Adeline Karst was my mother's good friend and Adeline would come over and hold me and rock me, as a child.

Some years back, I met Adeline at Eagle Bend Convention and we had a good visit. I asked her if she wanted to hold me now... She got quite a chuckle out of that. She was a fine lady and a good friend of our family when we grew up in Dwight, North Dakota.

I am so excited to finally see a picture of whom I know all in the picture but I cannot figure out how to put my information on your site.

The latest picture is: Carol Sorenson, Adeline Karst, Betty Weiland Droel, and Collette and Twila Jo Anderson helping Betty celebrate her birthday at what looks like at Adeline's home in Fergus Falls!

I also wonder when you two are celebrating your anniversary? Congratulations on your almost 60 years!

When Don says if you two would have known you would have lived this long you would have taken better care of yourselves, I wonder how he would have done things differently? Maybe he could give some good advice for those of us a "few years" younger, who may or may not live to be that old and what tips he would have for us?

My guess for the mystery picture is that Betty Weiland Droel is celebrating her birthday. Could be number 43 or there about. The little girls are her nieces. I don't know who the other two ladies are but the far left one is hardly able to wait till she can taste that delicious looking cake.

The GUESS picture was taken in Mom and Dad's (Twila and Donald Johnson) house. Carol Sorenson, Adeline Karst, Betty Weiland (Droel), Colette Anderson (Huseby) and Twila Jo Anderson (Aydelotte) were probably celebrating Betty's birthday. That would have been a very special occasion with great conversation and coffee around the table.

This looks like a birthday celebration with Carol Sorenson, Adeline Karst, Betty Weiland, Colette Anderson, and Twila Jo Anderson at Donald and Twila Johnson's.

In the guess picture, Betty Droel is celebrating her birthday with Carol (Sorenson), Adeline Karst of Fergus Falls, and I'm really guessing the kids are relation of Don and Twila Johnson! This is not long before I first met Don and Twila.

I don't qualify for GUESSING for this week, I see. Seeing my dear friend, Adeline Karst from Fergus Falls made me nostalgic. We had very good times with her at the Johnsons'. That is Carol Sorenson on the left, and those two sweet little girls, Collette and Twila Jo Anderson, are now mothers themselves.

A series of recollections, of the five years when Bill and Lois Dake and their family lived in Minnesota, began with the episode in Bulletin 343. It's too soon to tell just how many parts there will be in this series, just after World War II. In Bulletin 349, I told more about polio (once called Infantile Paralysis) via two links, Polio and Sister Kenny, to minimize disruption of the narrative flow. Both documents are posted as a series of scanned images. We can't edit them or correct typos and they will not respond to font changes or printer settings as regular Bulletin pages do.

The Mellons

Mom and I got in another visit to see the Mellons. Grandpa is helping my cousin Rolly put in more freezer lockers for renting out to people to store their frozen products (mostly meat).

While I was there, I volunteered to chase down some meat that disappeared. The problem, of course, being that Grandpa had placed somebody's meat in the wrong numbered box. We know it was him, as the rest do not do that work. So I went through the slips that came in that day and took the master key and started opening the lockers and checking to see that the number matched the owner's number. Of course, the boxes were located all over the place. But find it, I did. I got pretty frozen in the process, but Grandpa surely appreciated my time and assistance and that added another ten dollars to my "College Trove."

LeRoy Dakes

Mom and I spent another day helping Mamie (Vonnie's mom) with the garden. Dad came along, too. He spent his time down at the barn with Ivan (Vonnie's dad). They are busy refurbishing and adding to a milking set up. The kids have gotten a loan from the Farm Home Administration. They are in the process of getting everything in order so that they can start the purchase of their herd. It is a busy place with Vonnie working, LeRoy doing the farming, and the rest of us trying to help the Thomases with the jobs they have set out to help provide a nice little farm operation for my brother and his wife. Hard work, but one thinks of the future and hopes all goes well.

My Brother Bill

It is hard for Billy to make up his mind how he is to handle things. You see, it was rather agreed, with Ernie being the one to mention it, that someday Bill would manage the garage (when Ernie retired -- as he has only one child, Phyllis -- who isn't interested to live in a small town). I am sure with company in their little cottage they feel just how tight it is going to be when the new baby arrives. They feel the need to get busy and either build or buy a larger home.

And now Lois was telling us that they heard a rumor. Someone told Bill that Phyllis is being courted by a young man from Howard lake. That person is wondering if maybe the new son-in-law might be the new manager when Ernie retires next year. So that is new input into the situation. I have a feeling that Coy thinks they could find a new place and job back in Texas. Oh dear, I hope they don't move that far away. When would we ever get to see them?

Jim and Blanche

Well, Jim has plenty of work. His farm keeps him on the go and he has a herd now. Mostly young stock, so far -- but by winter he should have milk cows, too. He gets help from Dick and Leslie on their off days from the factory .

Blanche and I do the yard work, and whenever anything is ready in the garden and when the fruit arrives at the store, we get out the canning equipment. In her basement, on the rows of shelves we have lined up a pretty display. We did peaches, plums, and pears into attractive fruit sauce. We have done pickles -- dill, sweet, watermelon, corn relish, and wait now for the beets to get ready for pickling.

We will start freezing as soon as the kids get to buy a freezer. Their name is on the list at several stores in nearby towns. That sounds like a greatly improved way of storing food for later use -- especially so in the vegetable line. We are reading up on how all the different foods are to be prepared and how long they keep, and all that sort of thing.

The McCallas

Last weekend Gert got her turn to visit the new little Judy Colleen. She rode along with Aunty for the weekend. She agrees with me that our little cousin is pretty much like a doll for size and looks. It surprises her to see Gilbert as thrilled as any new father could be. He maintains that he is very glad his first baby was a girl, as now he figures to get out of "girl work" -- just as soon as he gets her broken in!

Money for the College Fund:

There is one job I had left off my summer agenda. It is one that earns as much as any I was planning on doing -- but none of them can compare to it for "horribleness." It calls on you to work in the heat and in the summer storms and bugs eat you alive (unless you use smelly bug spray). The job requires you to reach over your head, first on one side and then on the other, pulling stubborn tassels out of the rows of corn that are being used to raise cross-pollinated seed corn.

Well, I managed to get tangled into a week of that for my last year's boss, who was short one member of a crew. It made for a nice pay check -- but if I were to choose again, I would choose not to do it! That job is a way devised to take the feistiness out of a teenager, so I was too old for the job. Oh well, thank goodness it wasn't for long.

I am now a member of Crew C at the Minnesota Valley Canning Company. We will have our first day of work starting whenever we hear them blow the whistle three times. Then we should listen to WCCO radio to find out when we are to be to work, and any other details.

Red McCalla (Gilbert's uncle) is our Crew Boss. I will be working the cutters. My uniform is a ready for wear, not too bad a fit ... and until I quit work to go to college, I expect to be one tired factory worker, earning her board and room for next year's college year!

I am going to try hard to win the bonus you get for putting through more ears of corn than is average for that job. They started this method of pay last year. It gives me better than average wages -- but it gave Blanche even better pay, and I have been studying her method. Maybe this year I will really rake in the bonus!

The Gibbon Experience is legendary among backpackers in Laos. It's a compelling project that promotes conservation, sustainable tourism, and responsible development in a remote corner of the country's northern reaches. The "experience" consists of hiking, zip-lining, and sleeping 100+ meters off the ground in a series of tree houses in the Bokeo Nature Reserve's magnificent forest. The project employs local villagers to serve as guides, cooks, and maintenance people. In this way, the villagers profit from the forest without cutting it down, burning it, and planting crops in the usual fashion. The gibbons keep singing and everyone wins!

It's marketed as the "gibbon experience" because gibbons make for darling brochure photos. This gibbon business is actually a front to lure unsuspecting backpackers into the reserve where they inevitably give generously to the Save the Leeches campaign. Millions of these pathetic annelids are flip-flopping through the forest in need of a bloody meal. Donate once, and feed a leech for six months!

Leeches aside, those three days were the highlight of my time in Laos. The adventure started in the Lao border town of Huay Xai, when seven backpackers with robust circulatory systems wandered into the Gibbon Experience office and warily signed waiver forms that detailed a dozen ways in which we might be seriously maimed or killed. We then boarded a Land Rover that carried us off the main highway, forded a river, and then climbed for many miles on a stream of mud that inadequately posed as a road.

We stopped deep in the Bokeo reserve near a cluster of bamboo huts at the end of the "road." A pair of decrepit dogs, a pig and her seven piglets, and a turkey wandered out to welcome us. Smelling worse than any of them were a bunch of mangy, anemic backpackers, a premonition of our future post-Gibbon Experience selves. They were huddled under a bamboo roof, waiting to be carried back to civilization after thoroughly experiencing the reserve. We admired their impressive bite collections and gory leech wounds and they wished us luck.

The rainy season had announced itself with gusto in Laos a few days before we left, and dampness resumed as soon as we started hiking. It seems inadequate to describe the trail as merely muddy. But no matter; swollen streams poured over the makeshift bridges, providing several opportunities to rinse our filthy feet. Hordes of hungry leeches sensed the heat and vibrations we created and rushed out of the forest to greet us. Sections of the trail were alive with their wriggling bodies, groping for a meal. Survival instinct kicked in and I quickly became proficient at extracting them before hypovolemic shock set in. Impressively, I can do so without screaming (which would frighten the gibbons).

Photo Editor's Note: To the best of my knowledge, Kjirsten hasn't posted any photos from the Gibbon Experience online. If I read her note correctly, she lost her camera at about this point. Perhaps she'll tell us more about that when she wraps up her story, which continues next week.

This Week's Birthdays
June 27---Sam Mellon
June 29---Tim Huseby
June 29---Trinidy Creede Roberson (4 years)
July 1---Suzanne McCorkell
July 1---Jim Smith
July 1---Zachary Elliot Smith (6 years old)
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
July 2---Ken and Amy Dake Harrison (3 years)
Congratulations!

More July Birthdays
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July 4---Brian Lehtola
July 5---Jennifer Dake Horne
July 6---James Miller
July 7---Kimberly Johnson
July 8---Trenton Loredo Roberson (7 years old)
July 13---Zach Bratten
July 13---Ginny Adair
July 15---Brienna Lyn Henderson (1 year)
July 15---Tom Morgan
July 15---William Earl Dake
July 15---Sherry Dake
July 18---Callie Printz (9 years old)
July 19---Patricia Dake Meyer
July 19---Marlee Morgan Freesemann
July 19---Devon S. Stewart
July 20---Michael Miller
July 20---Susie Miller Smith
July 24---Donna Jacobson Anderson
July 24---Chuck Anderson
July 24---Jeni Larson
July 26---Tytus Joshua Myron
July 27---Wyatt Timothy Mellon
July 29---Heather Henderson
July 29---Colleen Mellon Scott
July 30---Justin Printz
July 31---Tim Myron

More July Anniversaries
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July 8---Shawn and Lori Chap Ostendorf (4 years)
July 19---Dan and Nancy Mellon (41 years)
July 21---Capt. Jack and Ginny Adair (48 years)
July 27---Larry and Sherry Dake (32 years)
July 29---Charles and Ardis Sigman Quick (38 years)

Since we're a little overdue, I thought I would say thank you from both Dan and myself for the birthday e-cards! Thanks for thinking of us. Dan was lucky enough to share his birthday celebration in May with our new brother-in-law, Damon! :) The important decision as to what sort of cake we would have was easy, since they both love ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.

Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?

The Bulletin is one reason to look forward to weekends and this one was extra special -- glad for eyesight and ability to read, and the friends who share.

I know I once promised to keep you posted on the PUMPER, which acquired a new name since it has become battery operated. The name is Maxine! Perhaps that name seemed suitable because it sort of suits the contraption -- noisy and not very cute! It has daily challenges, as well as completion challenges, so at present the prototype is on hold. However, it does know how to exhale! And it does just that during part of each day. I have to take it off whenever it bears down too hard on pressure sores. I do not have to use the respirator while it is operating. So that part is WONDERFUL!

With summer here, Mark's work must have picked up. I have not seen him for a while. I would like the project completed. There are others who could benefit from an apparatus to exhale. Too bad patents are so difficult to come by! Oh well, the best is yet ahead! Love sincere,

I wondered if that was a misprint ... Bulletin number 418. But, I am afraid that is what it is. Yes, the weeks just fly by, and when you consider how much work there is to produce a Bulletin, you never cease to be amazed when it gets to be 418.

I anticipated something very special for the Father's Day and First Day of Summer issue. There it was. The first picture, which was simply the lowly dandelion. How typical of summer! Busy bees on the never ending dandelions. We have to admit the picture of it was quite beautiful.

One would feel partial or favoring to pick a dad out to be pictured instead there. We have so many dads, and so many new dads. Where would one start? So, we were content with the choice of the familiar flower of summer most everyone has some of.

I knew we would have a story about the birthday and anniversary at the Morgans'. Pretty clever to get the twists all figured out. Now may you look forward to another good year ahead!

We were pretty happy, having such a detailed, interestingly written update by Weston with his move into downtown Minneapolis. That will be quite a commute every morning and every evening. Thanks for the pictures of your view of the city from your desk. You'll have to train yourself to just keep on working instead of watching all the street actions. Glad there was something positive about it all, Weston, as you find you are so close to the Target Center.

McKenna celebrating a THIRD birthday? How can she be three already? Those other girls are certainly growing, too. Kierra is close behind, I see. That is so nice that Kierra is so sweet to Grady. He will soon be big enough to return the hugs, by the looks of it.

Bitzidoodles is getting more and more creative with her layers and textures. How nice to have a way of sharing them with us on your blog!

Miss Kitty, thank you for writing about Kyra's visit. I know we never would have heard otherwise, because Jerrianne and Kyra would both be way too occupied to take time to sit down at the computer and tell us all you told us. Thanks for the pictures. We were hoping there would be one of Kyra, and there was. Sounds like you had good eating while there was someone there to fix it, also to cook for.

The picture of the blue and red flowers was beautiful. So now when Miss Jerrianne gets rested up from all the excitement and travels she can add any details you forgot.

I almost didn't want to read that story about Caity turning 14. It seems she is just growing up way too fast. Every Bulletin shows a more mature Caity. Looks like they had a great party, and that new room on the Ashby farm gets a workout.

Thankfully, we don't have too many memorials to create, but once again we have lost a dear friend. Steve Miller has been such a loving caring caregiver to Marian for so long. It will be an adjustment to not be concerned about her welfare now. We have known them both before they were married, so we feel a special sympathy.

Leave it to Sarah to recycle a sweater into a purse. Again, we were glad for the blog to follow along in that project.

At least, LTD gives us something to remember him by, even if it is just Happy Harry and Scout.

So, I am sure Judy McCalla was thrilled to see the chapter of her arrival into this world in Memory Lane. Dorothy has such a special way of making those old days come alive, as though they were just yesterday.

As with the Observations by Don Anderson, it brings the long ago past right up until this very day. The wedding picture is so lovely, and you can certainly recognize them almost 60 years later. Soon will be their anniversary. It is so true. Caring children make life so much happier.

Kjirsten is still in Laos. The sunset through the fronds of the palms was quite picturesque, and that very same sun sets right here in Minnesota, too ... only at a different time.

The Little Beeps Funnnies was funny! The fellow in the back of the vehicle reading a comic book instead of taking in the sights of the trip. I loved all the little details in the cartoon. Like the covers of the comic books they were reading.

Why is it that the Quotation for the day is so true? We like things that are hard to come by, and dandelions bother us, as they don't need planting or watering to flourish.

This is the end for this time. This has been a big, busy day, being it was Roy's 89th birthday.

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Quotation for the day: You fight dandelions all weekend, and late Monday afternoon there they are, pert as all get out, in full and gorgeous bloom, pretty as can be, thriving as only dandelions can in the face of adversity. --Hal Borland

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