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Love Trap

Posted on February 21, 2026 by Jim Blackwood Jr

One quirk of our move to a small town is that our mail no longer appears in a pile inside our front door. Now, scattered down the street, are what I call mail pods, clusters of mailboxes on poles. I … Continue reading →

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Emptying The Boxes

Posted on September 20, 2021 by Jim Blackwood Jr

The two small boxes could not have been more different. One was a neat, glossy, rectangular wooden box. Simple, but nicely made. The other was tin metal with a paisley flower pattern on the outside. In another life, it would … Continue reading →

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