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Studying About Those Good Ole Days

Sorry. I have just a minute this morning before rushing off to a dentist appointment in Blacksburg.

Some of you may have suffered the dissociative results in panoramas when people move as you’re panning. It can create some bizarre amputations and other bodily permutations. This is one such example.

And, given the fact that my son, my brother-in-law and I sang an  a cappella rendition of “Down To the River to Pray” for my wife’s dad’s memorial service in Biloxi, this apparent baptism scene from a cousin’s pier in the bay seemed appropriate for this morning’s posting.

This is one of those “forgiveness rather than permission” situations. I will be grabbing my car keys exactly one minute after hitting the PUBLISH button.

By fred

Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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