Harry Drabik

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The Hatch

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Fractious

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Windbound

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The trails of words

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The immediate present, such as the Holiday Season that is so often no longer publicly recognized as Christmas, gives us an opportunity to peer into a few of the tracks and trails contained in words

Our Annual Family Crime Wave

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At a point in later years mom and dad switched to an aluminum artificial tree with three color spots rotating as decoration. I’m sure none of that was stolen.

North on 61

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What I call the “Canadian 500” was in full force this weekend. Five hundred kilometers along the shore is roughly the distance between the Twin Ports and Thunder Bay. On holiday weekends those 500 Km come as near a race course as I care to see.

And then there was light

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As a youngster I was curious about the very many slogans saying Jesus Saves that were painted clearly on every rock cut of substance all the way up the shore to the border.

The Gift of Aggression

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The gift of aggression is the side of aggression that keeps individuals and societies from being totally savaged by the other form of aggression.

Another term is needed

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Racism is the heavy weapon in that arsenal. Greed and ignorance are humdrum next to racism which did not exist on the two new continents until we brought it here.

Further North

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I could get through our hour plus on MN 1 without getting sick if I hung my head out the window like a dog. Getting smacked in the face by a big bug every few minutes was worth the far worse pain of sitting in air soaked with eau de Pall Mall as my p

A little like Alaska

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When we moved here one of those I most admired and enjoyed had been a run-away from an unhappy home at age 14 when he found refuge in a logging camp where he “slept” among the steam engines to keep them fired through freezing winter nights

Some of the other inmates

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ears of picking up basic survival skills under the eyes of ever watchful Nuns meant hearing my name called in class I’d pop from my desk like one of Redenbacher’s best kernels ready to recite

Asylum Two

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It turned out that as novices to the North Shore we helped clear out old stock that no seasoned resident would have fallen for, bargain or not.

Asylum

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I looked at my questioner and said, “You mean like that guy who looks like he came here intending to go on safari?” A “leopard” band around a bwana hat isn’t at all north woods.