“Shall we do some screening?” my dad whispered to me across the Saturday morning breakfast table.  He held his hand sideways across his mouth and looked askance, not wanting anyone to hear. It was spring, warm enough that the places of road pavement were warmed by mid day.  We took the old strainers that we…

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When my son was young he loved big things. Building large towers with blocks, making loud noises when he knocked them over.  Digging big holes and putting lots of water in the big holes.  Making large piles of leaves and jumping off big places into the leaves.  Later he liked big jumps landing in big…

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