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> Rich, His SoniCrafter, the Log. July, 2011. Because He Did, We Can I came home from work one evening to find my husband immersed in a project. He’d commandeered the table on our deck and was busily sanding at a chunk of oak, using the Rockwell SoniCrafter I’d given him last Christmas. Apparently […]
Rich, His SoniCrafter, the Log. July, 2011. Because He Did, We Can I came home from work one evening to find my husband immersed in a project. He’d commandeered the table on our deck and was busily sanding at a chunk of oak, using the Rockwell SoniCrafter I’d given him last Christmas. Apparently he’d […]
Grandson Cadence Pushing the Button to Take Us 500 Feet Underground. Hoover Dam, July, 2011. Inoculated With Faith I’ll never be a spelunker. Or a scuba diver. I’d rather remain on the earth’s surface, in the presence of fresh air. I don’t panic when I’m underground, but a faint anxiety wriggles within me like a […]
Grandson Cadence Pushing the Button to Take Us 500 Feet Underground. Hoover Dam, July, 2011. Inoculated With Faith I’ll never be a spelunker. Or a scuba diver. I’d rather remain on the earth’s surface, in the presence of fresh air. I don’t panic when I’m underground, but a faint anxiety wriggles within me like a […]
> Grandson Cadence Pushing the Button to Take Us 500 Feet Underground. Hoover Dam, July, 2011. Inoculated With Faith I’ll never be a spelunker. Or a scuba diver. I’d rather remain on the earth’s surface, in the presence of fresh air. I don’t panic when I’m underground, but a faint anxiety wriggles within me like […]
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