We were still at the lake in Massachusetts for the first days of autumn this year. I love slow mornings but this time, I let my coffee go cold. I was about to take my blood pressure medicine and was settling myself on the couch with my books and journal when I got distracted by a blur of white out the windows. What’s going on down there? I pulled myself up off the couch, but when I walked out onto the porch, I couldn't quite see what I was looking at through the pines. As I continued to angle for a better view, I became Moses awed by the burning bush, and hurried myself down to the dock. I was still in my pajamas and barefoot. There, on the cold wooden planks. Fog drifts. Wispy threads. Soft, white poufs hovered above the lake. Suspended in slow motion. It was slightly after dawn, and overnight it seemed, nature had turned our lake into a steaming pot of water. I stood there, wanting to wake the whole lake to come and see these earth-borne clouds ...
The Palmville Globe Volume 2 Number 40 Man Recovers Accessibility Devices Joe McDonnell, 79 and residing in Palmville Township Minnesota, recently found his misplaced hearing aids right where he left them. "My wife and I were on our way to cut firewood," he tells the press. "I leave one of my hearing aids in so I can hear my wife. Once we get to the wood pile, I take my hearing aid out and put it in a little cubby in the dashboard of the truck before putting in my ear plugs and hearing protector earmuffs. For some reason I wore both hearing aids this day and put them both in the cubby. Once we had the truck filled, I put my aids back in. We decided to run the wood splitter the same day so it was the same routine with my aids and hearing protectors. When we were done splitting the wood, the aids were no longer in the cubby. I was nonplussed to say the least and forgot my methods for handling panic. After three minutes I remembered I had put my aids in a cubby in the car...