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First Inaugural Address of Abraham Lincoln

The New American Digest Posted on July 7, 2025 by ghostsniperJuly 7, 2025

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MONDAY, MARCH 4, 1861
Fellow-Citizens of the United States: In compliance with a custom as old as the Government itself, I appear before you to address you briefly and to take in your presence the oath prescribed by the Constitution of the United States to be taken by the President before he enters on the execution of this office.”

I do not consider it necessary at present for me to discuss those matters of administration about which there is no special anxiety or excitement.

Apprehension seems to exist among the people of the Southern States that by the accession of a Republican Administration their property and their peace and personal security are to be endangered. There has never been any reasonable cause for such apprehension. Indeed, the most ample evidence to the contrary has all the while existed and been open to their inspection. It is found in nearly all the published speeches of him who now addresses you. I do but quote from one of those speeches when I declare that–

I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the States where it exists. I believe I have no lawful right to do so, and I have no inclination to do so.

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Those who nominated and elected me did so with full knowledge that I had made this and many similar declarations and had never recanted them; and more than this, they placed in the platform for my acceptance, and as a law to themselves and to me, the clear and emphatic resolution which I now read:

Resolved, That the maintenance inviolate of the rights of the States, and especially the right of each State to order and control its own domestic institutions according to its own judgment exclusively, is essential to that balance of power on which the perfection and endurance of our political fabric depend; and we denounce the lawless invasion by armed force of the soil of any State or Territory, no matter what pretext, as among the gravest of crimes.

I now reiterate these sentiments, and in doing so I only press upon the public attention the most conclusive evidence of which the case is susceptible that the property, peace, and security of no section are to be in any wise endangered by the now incoming Administration. I add, too, that all the protection which, consistently with the Constitution and the laws, can be given will be cheerfully given to all the States when lawfully demanded, for whatever cause–as cheerfully to one section as to another.

There is much controversy about the delivering up of fugitives from service or labor. The clause I now read is as plainly written in the Constitution as any other of its provisions: No person held to service or labor in one State, under the laws thereof, escaping into another, shall in consequence of any law or regulation therein be discharged from such service or labor, but shall be delivered up on claim of the party to whom such service or labor may be due.

It is scarcely questioned that this provision was intended by those who made it for the reclaiming of what we call fugitive slaves; and the intention of the lawgiver is the law. All members of Congress swear their support to the whole Constitution–to this provision as much as to any other. To the proposition, then, that slaves whose cases come within the terms of this clause “shall be delivered up” their oaths are unanimous. Now, if they would make the effort in good temper, could they not with nearly equal unanimity frame and pass a law by means of which to keep good that unanimous oath?

There is some difference of opinion whether this clause should be enforced by national or by State authority, but surely that difference is not a very material one. If the slave is to be surrendered, it can be of but little consequence to him or to others by which authority it is done. And should anyone in any case be content that his oath shall go unkept on a merely unsubstantial controversy as to how it shall be kept?

Again: In any law upon this subject ought not all the safeguards of liberty known in civilized and humane jurisprudence to be introduced, so that a free man be not in any case surrendered as a slave? And might it not be well at the same time to provide by law for the enforcement of that clause in the Constitution which guarantees that “the citizens of each State shall be entitled to all privileges and immunities of citizens in the several States”?

I take the official oath to-day with no mental reservations and with no purpose to construe the Constitution or laws by any hypercritical rules; and while I do not choose now to specify particular acts of Congress as proper to be enforced, I do suggest that it will be much safer for all, both in official and private stations, to conform to and abide by all those acts which stand unrepealed than to violate any of them trusting to find impunity in having them held to be unconstitutional.

It is seventy-two years since the first inauguration of a President under our National Constitution. During that period fifteen different and greatly distinguished citizens have in succession administered the executive branch of the Government. They have conducted it through many perils, and generally with great success. Yet, with all this scope of precedent, I now enter upon the same task for the brief constitutional term of four years under great and peculiar difficulty. A disruption of the Federal Union, heretofore only menaced, is now formidably attempted.

I hold that in contemplation of universal law and of the Constitution the Union of these States is perpetual. Perpetuity is implied, if not expressed, in the fundamental law of all national governments. It is safe to assert that no government proper ever had a provision in its organic law for its own termination. Continue to execute all the express provisions of our National Constitution, and the Union will endure forever, it being impossible to destroy it except by some action not provided for in the instrument itself.

Again: If the United States be not a government proper, but an association of States in the nature of contract merely, can it, as acontract, be peaceably unmade by less than all the parties who made it? One party to a contract may violate it–break it, so to speak–but does it not require all to lawfully rescind it?

Descending from these general principles, we find the proposition that in legal contemplation the Union is perpetual confirmed by the history of the Union itself. The Union is much older than the Constitution. It was formed, in fact, by the Articles of Association in 1774. It was matured and continued by the Declaration of Independence in 1776. It was further matured, and the faith of all the then thirteen States expressly plighted and engaged that it should be perpetual, by the Articles of Confederation in 1778. And finally, in 1787, one of the declared objects for ordaining and establishing the Constitution was “to form a more perfect Union.”

But if destruction of the Union by one or by a part only of the States be lawfully possible, the Union is less perfect than before the Constitution, having lost the vital element of perpetuity.

It follows from these views that no State upon its own mere motion can lawfully get out of the Union; that resolves and ordinances to that effect are legally void, and that acts of violence within any State or States against the authority of the United States are insurrectionary or revolutionary, according to circumstances.

I therefore consider that in view of the Constitution and the laws the Union is unbroken, and to the extent of my ability, I shall take care, as the Constitution itself expressly enjoins upon me, that the laws of the Union be faithfully executed in all the States. Doing this I deem to be only a simple duty on my part, and Ishall perform it so far as practicable unless my rightful masters, the American people, shall withhold the requisite means or in some authoritative manner direct the contrary. I trust this will not be regarded as a menace, but only as the declared purpose of the Union that it will constitutionally defend and maintain itself.

In doing this there needs to be no bloodshed or violence, and there shall be none unless it be forced upon the national authority. The power confided to me will be used to hold, occupy, and possess the property and places belonging to the Government and to collect the duties and imposts; but beyond what may be necessary for these objects, there will be no invasion, no using of force against or among the people anywhere. Where hostility to the United States in any interior locality shall be so great and universal as to prevent competent resident citizens from holding the Federal offices, there will be no attempt to force obnoxious strangers among the people for that object. While the strict legal right may exist in the Government to enforce the exercise of these offices, the attempt to do so would be so irritating and so nearly impracticable withal that I deem it better to forego for the time the uses of such offices.

The mails, unless repelled, will continue to be furnished in all parts of the Union. So far as possible the people everywhere shall have that sense of perfect security which is most favorable to calm thought and reflection. The course here indicated will be followed unless current events and experience shall show a modification or change to be proper, and in every case and exigency my best discretion will be exercised, according to circumstances actually existing and with a view and a hope of a peaceful solution of the national troubles and the restoration of fraternal sympathies and affections.

That there are persons in one section or another who seek to destroy the Union at all events and are glad of any pretext to do it I will neither affirm nor deny; but if there be such, I need address no word to them. To those, however, who really love the Union may I not speak?

Before entering upon so grave a matter as the destruction of our national fabric, with all its benefits, its memories, and its hopes, would it not be wise to ascertain precisely why we do it? Will you hazard so desperate a step while there is any possibility that any portion of the ills you fly from have no real existence? Will you, while the certain ills you fly to are greater than all the real ones you fly from, will you risk the commission of so fearful a mistake?

All profess to be content in the Union if all constitutional rights can be maintained. Is it true, then, that any right plainly written in the Constitution has been denied? I think not. Happily, the human mind is so constituted that no party can reach to the audacity of doing this. Think, if you can, of a single instance in which a plainly written provision of the Constitution has ever been denied. If by the mere force of numbers a majority should deprive a minority of any clearly written constitutional right, it might in a moral point of view justify revolution; certainly would if such right were a vital one. But such is not our case. All the vital rights of minorities and of individuals are so plainly assured to them by affirmations and negations, guaranties and prohibitions, in the Constitution that controversies never arise concerning them. But no organic law can ever be framed with a provision specifically applicable to every question which may occur in practical administration. No foresight can anticipate nor any document of reasonable length contain express provisions for all possible questions. Shall fugitives from labor be surrendered by national or by State authority? The Constitution does not expressly say. May Congress prohibit slavery in the Territories? The Constitution does not expressly say. Must Congress protect slavery in the Territories? The Constitution does not expressly say.

From questions of this class spring all our constitutional controversies, and we divide upon them into majorities and minorities. If the minority will not acquiesce, the majority must, or the Government must cease. There is no other alternative, for continuing the Government is acquiescence on one side or the other. If a minority in such case will secede rather than acquiesce, they make a precedent which in turn will divide and ruin them, for a minority of their own will secede from them whenever a majority refuses to be controlled by such minority. For instance, why may not any portion of a new confederacy a year or two hence arbitrarily secede again, precisely as portions of the present Union now claim to secede from it? All who cherish disunion sentiments are now being educated to the exact temper of doing this.

Is there such perfect identity of interests among the States to compose a new union as to produce harmony only and prevent renewed secession?

Plainly the central idea of secession is the essence of anarchy. A majority held in restraint by constitutional checks and limitations, and always changing easily with deliberate changes of popular opinions and sentiments, is the only true sovereign of a free people. Whoever rejects it does of necessity fly to anarchy or to despotism. Unanimity is impossible. The rule of a minority, as a permanent arrangement, is wholly inadmissible; so that, rejecting the majority principle, anarchy or despotism in some form is all that is left.

I do not forget the position assumed by some that constitutional questions are to be decided by the Supreme Court, nor do I deny that such decisions must be binding in any case upon the parties to a suit as to the object of that suit, while they are also entitled to very high respect and consideration in all parallel cases by all other departments of the Government. And while it is obviously possible that such decision may be erroneous in any given case, still the evil effect following it, being limited to that particular case, with the chance that it may be overruled and never become a precedent for other cases, can better be borne than could the evils of a different practice. At the same time, the candid citizen must confess that if the policy of the Government upon vital questions affecting the whole people is to be irrevocably fixed by decisions of the Supreme Court, the instant they are made in ordinary litigation between parties in personal actions the people will have ceased to be their own rulers, having to that extent practically resigned their Government into the hands of that eminent tribunal. Nor is there in this view any assault upon the court or the judges. It is a duty from which they may not shrink to decide cases properly brought before them, and it is no fault of theirs if others seek to turn their decisions to political purposes.

One section of our country believes slavery is right and ought to be extended, while the other believes it is wrong and ought not to be extended. This is the only substantial dispute. The fugitive- slave clause of the Constitution and the law for the suppression of the foreign slave trade are each as well enforced, perhaps, as any law can ever be in a community where the moral sense of the people imperfectly supports the law itself. The great body of the people abide by the dry legal obligation in both cases, and a few break over in each. This, I think, can not be perfectly cured, and it would be worse in both cases after the separation of the sections than before. The foreign slave trade, now imperfectly suppressed, would be ultimately revived without restriction in one section, while fugitive slaves, now only partially surrendered, would not be surrendered at all by the other.

Physically speaking, we can not separate. We can not remove our respective sections from each other nor build an impassable wall between them. A husband and wife may be divorced and go out of the presence and beyond the reach of each other, but the different parts of our country can not do this. They can not but remain face to face, and intercourse, either amicable or hostile, must continue between them. Is it possible, then, to make that intercourse more advantageous or more satisfactory after separation than before? Can aliens make treaties easier than friends can make laws? Can treaties be more faithfully enforced between aliens than laws can among friends? Suppose you go to war, you can not fight always; and when, after much loss on both sides and no gain on either, you cease fighting, the identical old questions, as to terms of intercourse, are again upon you.

This country, with its institutions, belongs to the people who inhabit it. Whenever they shall grow weary of the existing Government, they can exercise their constitutional right of amending it or their revolutionary right to dismember or overthrow it. I can not be ignorant of the fact that many worthy and patriotic citizens are desirous of having the National Constitution amended. While I make no recommendation of amendments, I fully recognize the rightful authority of the people over the whole subject, to be exercised in either of the modes prescribed in the instrument itself; and I should, under existing circumstances, favor rather than oppose a fair opportunity being afforded the people to act upon it. I will venture to add that to me the convention mode seems preferable, in that it allows amendments to originate with the people themselves, instead of only permitting them to take or reject propositions originated by others, not especially chosen for the purpose, and which might not be precisely such as they would wish to either accept or refuse. I understand a proposed amendment to the Constitution–which amendment, however, I have not seen–has passed Congress, to the effect that the Federal Government shall never interfere with the domestic institutions of the States, including that of persons held to service. To avoid misconstruction of what I have said, I depart from my purpose not to speak of particular amendments so far as to say that, holding such a provision to now be implied constitutional law, I have no objection to its being made express and irrevocable.

The Chief Magistrate derives all his authority from the people, and they have referred none upon him to fix terms for the separation of the States. The people themselves can do this if also they choose, but the Executive as such has nothing to do with it. His duty is to administer the present Government as it came to his hands and to transmit it unimpaired by him to his successor.

Why should there not be a patient confidence in the ultimate justice of the people? Is there any better or equal hope in the world? In our present differences, is either party without faith of being in the right? If the Almighty Ruler of Nations, with His eternal truth and justice, be on your side of the North, or on yours of the South, that truth and that justice will surely prevail by the judgment of this great tribunal of the American people.

By the frame of the Government under which we live this same people have wisely given their public servants but little power for mischief, and have with equal wisdom provided for the return of that little to their own hands at very short intervals. While the people retain their virtue and vigilance no Administration by any extreme of wickedness or folly can very seriously injure the Government in the short space of four years.

My countrymen, one and all, think calmly and well upon this whole subject. Nothing valuable can be lost by taking time. If there be an object to hurry any of you in hot haste to a step which you would never take deliberately, that object will be frustrated by taking time; but no good object can be frustrated by it. Such of you as are now dissatisfied still have the old Constitution unimpaired, and, on the sensitive point, the laws of your own framing under it; while the new Administration will have no immediate power, if it would, to change either. If it were admitted that you who are dissatisfied hold the right side in the dispute, there still is no single good reason for precipitate action. Intelligence, patriotism, Christianity, and a firm reliance on Him who has never yet forsaken this favored land are still competent to adjust in the best way all our present difficulty.

In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen, and not in mine, is the momentous issue of civil war. The Government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the Government, while I shall have the most solemn one to “preserve, protect, and defend it.”

I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

Source: avalon dot law dot yale dot edu/19th_century/lincoln1.asp

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First Inaugural Address of Abraham Lincoln

The New American Digest Posted on July 7, 2025 by ghostsniperJuly 7, 2025

submitted by ghostsniper via Comments

MONDAY, MARCH 4, 1861
Fellow-Citizens of the United States: In compliance with a custom as old as the Government itself, I appear before you to address you briefly and to take in your presence the oath prescribed by the Constitution of the United States to be taken by the President before he enters on the execution of this office.”

I do not consider it necessary at present for me to discuss those matters of administration about which there is no special anxiety or excitement.

Apprehension seems to exist among the people of the Southern States that by the accession of a Republican Administration their property and their peace and personal security are to be endangered. There has never been any reasonable cause for such apprehension. Indeed, the most ample evidence to the contrary has all the while existed and been open to their inspection. It is found in nearly all the published speeches of him who now addresses you. I do but quote from one of those speeches when I declare that–

I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the States where it exists. I believe I have no lawful right to do so, and I have no inclination to do so.

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An Enormous Old Shaggy Barked Hickory

The New American Digest Posted on April 3, 2025 by SKApril 3, 2025

There is an enormous old shaggy barked hickory at the bottom of the hill behind my farmhouse. That tree has provided joy and shelter to now four generations of my family and many more generations of squirrels and birds. It stands alone, tall and noble, tough as old Andrew Jackson, enduring long frigid winters and fleeting summers.

Watching it through the seasons each year reveals miracles of nature and lessons of life. In the spring, the hickory stands patiently waiting for just the right warm day. Then the moisture drawn from the earth into its vast root system begins to flow and the sap rises, inch by inch, up its immense trunk along its many branches and into the high broad reaches of its canopy. A marvel of architecture and hydraulics.

Little by little its beautiful leaves appear. They peep out usually in late spring as tiny yellow mouse ears when fear of frost has mostly passed, eventually turning a deep glossy green. The leaves are compound, elegant, consisting of many smaller leaves on one stem alternating in odd pairs with a leaf at the tip.

In years gone by the hickory had two friends nearby. One another tall and graceful hickory and the second a massive white oak. Those two trees lost their lives to lightening from violent summer thunderstorms sweeping across the prairies. Barely missing the barn walls, each fell, one summer and then the next, with a shocking crash and a thud that shook the ground and reverberated across more than an acre. But Andrew Jackson, my old hickory, stayed firm, tall and straight.

In the summer the hickory’s wide branches wave in wind cooling the air around it, the leaves rustle with the breezes and flutter with the wings of myriad birds. The crows love its height. They can watch the red tailed hawks from on high and send out their warnings, shrieking to all who will listen. Ants do their military marches up and down the trunk. Bees and butterflies hum and flitter around the yellow, catkin like flowers as they bloom. Fungi form on rotting fallen branches lying in the surrounding grass. Little marble colored weevils and occasionally stag beetles creep among the fungi.

Foxes stalk the tree’s base in early morning looking for foolish squirrels or careless rabbits. Flocks of wild turkeys gobble peacefully but warily by and deer rest in its shade on hot summer days. The tree is the lynchpin of an ecosystem for creatures large and small, winged and footed, it creates habitats to suit all manner of flora and fauna, including my family.

As summer passes the hickory nuts begin to fall and the leaves turn a deep, dark gold. Squirrels and chipmunks scurry around their cheeks fat with the treasure to be buried, hidden away, for winter sustenance. The nuts they’ve missed get shot around loudly like bullets as I mow the lawn. We take bits of the shaggy bark, soak it and use it to smoke fish and sausage for our winter stores, much like the squirrels.

When the leaves drop as cold weather approaches and the skies go grey, the old hickory reveals its great black bones. A massive skeleton sometimes cloaked with snow or glistening ice, it towers over us casting long shadows in the low sun of the Midwestern winter. That magnificent hickory. It asks so little, just some sun, soil and rain, and time to rest and refresh each winter, and then it gives us so much.
I pray that tree, that loved and venerated old tree, outlives me.

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I seeeeeeeee the light…

The New American Digest Posted on March 23, 2025 by JeanMarch 23, 2025

Another post from Jean from March 26, 2009

as dim as it may be...
Hallelujah brothers and sisters,
it is now all right with me.
praise cheeses, hail madre',
let's go and sin no more.
mea culpa, take a gulpa.
don't forget to wash your feet.
speak your tongues and flagellate,
shout the message far and wide.
no more sinners. no more sinners.
be good. let go. let guide.
I want to be as holy
as the neighbors up the street.
help me, help me lawdy.
this could take most of the week.
Amen. Amen. Amen I say to you.
Amen. Amen. Amen and genuflect.
Lettuce prey.

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I Gotta Try This

The New American Digest Posted on March 23, 2025 by ghostsniperMarch 23, 2025

Recipes deserve a post ...

Jordan Pond House Best Popover Recipe

Traditionally served hot with butter and jam.

Prep Time 15 minutes
Cook Time 30 minutes
Total Time 45 minutes
Servings: 6

Ingredients

2 large eggs at room temperature
1 cup whole milk
1 cup sifted all purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
Speck of baking soda

Instructions

Preheat oven to 425°.
Sift and measure flour, salt and soda. Set aside.
Beat the eggs at high speed until lemon colored (2-3 minutes).
On slowest speed, very slowly 1/2 cup of the milk. Beat until well mixed.
Add slowly (with mixer going on slow speed) the dry ingredients. When mixed, stop beating.
Scrape sides of the bowl with a spatula.
Beat at medium speed and slowly add the remaining milk.
Beat 2 minutes.

Place well-greased muffin tin or popover pan into oven to warm up for five minutes.
Turn mixer to high speed and beat 5-7 minutes.
Batter should be smooth and about the thickness of heavy cream.

Pour batter through a strainer, and into well-greased, preheated muffin tins or popover pan.
Bake on the middle shelf of the preheated oven at 425° for the first 15 minutes.
Without opening the oven, reduce the temperature to 350° and bake 15 – 20 minutes longer.
Popovers are best served at once, but may be kept in the warm oven for up to five minutes.
Serve immediately with butter and strawberry jam.

Source: https://www.throughherlookingglass.com/best-popover-recipe/

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Time Flies

The New American Digest Posted on March 17, 2025 by JeanMarch 23, 2025

re-posted from March 5, 2011

hello,
Where have you been?
so much time passed
again.
since then life has changed
in ways, yet, somehow
stayed the same.
Everyone is older
rarely wiser from what's seen.
history repeats,
mankind weeps
and looks away.

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eeriezistahbul…

The New American Digest Posted on March 14, 2025 by JeanMarch 23, 2025

A short story from Jean ...

"So, you're a carpenter and a wood-carver?" she asked.
He smiled. "And anything else I need to be at the moment."

She caught a movement in the trees to her left.
Felt herself drawn to the movement and in less than a blink she was in the trees, in the mist.

"Are you frightened?" the mist asked.
"No. Should I be?"
It said "Darlin', you've never been safer."

She watched as features took soft shape; dark hair, even darker eyes that smiled. The faint form of a strong, healthy body.

She wrinkled her brow. "I can't see your clothes but you aren't naked, either. Oh, shit. Are you a ghost?
Why does it feel like I know you?"

"Because you do. In a way. You know me even though we've never met. I'm not a ghost. You're seeing my soul.
And, it's your soul that I'm talking to right now."

With a gasp of recognition she said "I didn't know you were gone! I was coming here to meet you."

"I told everyone it was happening. Turned out to be sooner than I thought. No tears, babe.
This is a better way."

"We were friends." she whispered.

"That hasn't changed. Except it's even better now. Listen to me... there is no human way to imagine this. It is perfection here. Accept that. You'll feel better. I was wrong about a lot of it. Or, at least the way I wrote about it."

"You were wrong? Imagine that." she smiled.

"Don't be a smart-ass. I tried the best I could. Just like you. People make a struggle out of it and it doesn't need to be. Actually, we don't get a choice. This is the way it is. This is, I am, nothing is anything like anyone has ever been able to imagine. It is unknown until you get here."

She tried to glance back over her shoulder, where she had been. How long ago?

"Don't worry about your friend." The mist knew what she was thinking. "No one can see you here. When you go back, he won't know you've been gone. There is no 'time' here. It's all 'now', and now is forever. Now and forever are one in perfection. This is not the end, there is no stopping."

"What about the end times?"

"They've come and gone many times and will continue. They are never-ending, too."

She hesitated. "What about the Son?"

"Same as us. He lived. He tried. He died. He's fine."

"And the Bad Ones?"

"They're here, too. Just not here here. Another part of the perfection of the perfect balance. Another unimaginable."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because you need it the most and you doubt it the most and you want it the most. Now go back to the party."

"Will I see you again?"

"Of course. You'll see everyone, all the time, at the same time. Always. Go for now. Let life bring your stories and remember you are loved."
.
.
The carpenter was staring at her. "You're looking a bit pale. Am I boring you?"

"Oh, no. It must be jet lag. Something like a dozen time zones and I get here three hours before I took off. Or, something like that." She blushed.

"Well, how about I walk you back to your hotel and you try to get a good night's sleep? Would you let me take you to breakfast tomorrow and show you around a bit?"

She took out her notebook. He offered a pen. She looked at his face, dark hair, darker eyes and said,
"Well, my plans have changed a bit. So, yes. I'd like that."

She wrote her number on a corner of the page, tore it off and gave it to him. Then she wrote:
'his eyes matched the sky, both wonder and thunder.'

Feeling a soft breath on her neck, she glanced at the trees, saw the mist fade away.

Not a ghost. Not a dream.

A memory.

(originally posted 7-28-08. Reposted 11-12-2011
The internet is forever ...

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Not Good-bye …

The New American Digest Posted on March 7, 2025 by JeanMarch 23, 2025

If I should die
before you wake,
grieve not for could
or would.
Rejoice, instead, for had
and did
and heard, and saw
and touched.
Be glad for was,
not sad for never.
Whatever was
cannot be gone.
I'm with you now...
forever.

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The story of the 1964 F100

The New American Digest Posted on February 24, 2025 by G706March 23, 2025

This was originally intended to be a reply to ghostsniper but I thought it made a good post. Of course, I like old trucks - that may have been an influence on me ... DT :)


Back around the turn of the century a retired couple moved to a retirement community. Mr. Miller had a 1964 Ford F100 four wheel drive pickup that he was very fond of. He had driven it from Montana to Oregon and used in his logging business and to go hunting and fishing in the Coast Range. He was a veteran and survivor of Pearl Harbor on the USS Oklahoma and a devout Catholic. The residents of the retirement community were not really happy about a beat up old Ford parked along the street and tried to get him to sell it. My brother herd about it and went to see about buying the truck but he wanted quite a bit of money for it.

After a while Mr. Miller passed away and his widow offered the truck to my brother for $500 and he bought it. We used it on the farm for a couple of years, but it had some problems and so it was parked beside the barn, where it sat for almost 20 years. In the winter of 2023 my youngest son decided to see if he could get it going again. Cleaned out the fuel tank, replaced the points and carburetor and had it running. New brakes and rebuilt the front axle and now we can drive it again. It’s pretty rough looking with a brush painted dark blue paint over the original turquoise cab and traces of construction yellow and rusted out bed, but the 292 V8 runs like a top and it’s a lot of fun to drive around the farm.

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Pencil-thin Penis…

The New American Digest Posted on February 22, 2025 by JeanMarch 23, 2025

Sunday morning I headed west to meet a friend at an outdoor art festival.

Around here, it's a good idea to stay alert for critters that might wander from the woods to the edge of the road. Deer, gators, bears and such.

The only deer I saw was a small white-tail lying dead in the weeds. Poor thing.

The deep ditch was about half full of water but I saw no signs of gators. This time.

I did see a wild turkey strutting his stuff but he was heading back to the woods, so no worries there.

About a quarter mile past the turkey I spotted something.
It was an upside-down turtle, about the size of a big salad bowl, and his stubby legs were spinning like propellers.
He was trying to right himself but he had nothing to brace against and all he was succeeding in doing was miring himself deeper into the sand. He couldn't even get a good rocking motion going to roll over.

That turtle was going to be stuck there, upside down forever, unless someone flipped him over.

I hit my turn signal, eased off the pavement and stopped.

I'd had no prior dealings with big turtles. Well, except for the time one dug under the fence and made a hole about three feet deep in the front yard…but, that's another story for another time, perhaps.

So… I got out of the car and walked slowly toward the panicky reptilian critter… while keeping alert for snakes.
I hate snakes.

The turtle's head was pointed toward the edge of the road, so I'm thinking that I should spin him around before I roll him over so he doesn't trot onto the asphalt and get splattered by the traffic zipping by at 60 mph.

That would suck. Especially for him.

How did I know the turtle was a him?

I was about six feet away when I saw his head and all four feet disappear……ssshhhhwoooooppp.
Sucked 'em right into his shell. Gone.
And then, I saw it.

His skinny, pink penis was protruding from, well, where most pink penises are expected to be protruding from. (Looka dat. Did I manage to get a dangling participle and a preposition on the end of that sentence? Whatever. Could it be I just invented the 'dangling penis-ciple' ?)

Now I am in a bit of a conundrum you see, because I have nothing to touch him with. How am I going to move him?

I'm not going to put my foot where his head can pop out and clamp on my toe. That leaves the other end.
The dangling penis-ciple end.
OK, I think to myself, do it quickly.
Boomp! Spin. Dammit. Not enough.
Again. Boomp! Spin. Success!

Only now, the little pink penis is flapping back and forth like a metronome. Flap Flap Flap Flap.
The bugger is waving at me.

I put my foot on the side of his shell and push to get him rocking a bit. He's surprisingly heavy.
Rock Rock Rock, Push! Foomppp. It's done. Yay.
He just lays there on his belly. No head, no legs.
I wait.
I back up.
I back up farther.

Finally, the head and appendages begin to protrude.
He stands up, looks around a bit, and I cannot help but notice… the penis-ciple is still dangling.
Dragging in the sand. He stops.
He stretches his hind legs to raise his back end and the skinny pink penis slowwwwwwwly returns to its hiding place. Then he ambles so very casually toward the ditch.

That's it, fella. You are on your own.

I get back in my car and make my way to the art show.
It was a great art show.
Not one penis on display, however.

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