I felt welcomed along on this particular journey.
Showing posts with label Richard Bach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Bach. Show all posts
Sunday, August 4, 2013
A Review of Richard Bach's "Travels with Puff: A Gentle Game of Lifeand Death"
I felt welcomed along on this particular journey.
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Saturday, September 1, 2012
A Boy on Sargent Road
Friday’s rush-hour traffic has me looking for a path of
least resistance. I exit the interstate in favor of side roads. Driving home
toward Fishers, I turn onto Sargent Road -- a shaded route that lazes its way
northeast through Marion County.
Settlers first entered the Mud Creek Valley here in 1824. The farmhouse with chipped white paint and a latticed porch still stands where Johnny Sargent's father built it in the 1880s.
Across the road and obscured by overgrowth, a sagging barn guards the entrance to the
fallow field where Johnny flew in and out with his J-3 Piper Cub in the
mid-1950s.
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