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Friday, September 15, 2006

THE LEG AT KENDALLVILLE WENDY'S

Today was the second non-medical outing and we went to Wendy's. I never noticed this when I was by myself, but the only place where there is an inclined spot in the curb is right by the place where cars line up to use the drive-through line. Also the booths in Wendy's are all set up so that the bench part is to the left as you stand at the end of the table. This means that anyone with a bad left leg cannot slide in with that leg against the back of the seat.

Well, there was one booth, but it was an extra-large one for bigger families/groups.

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Explorers used to go into unknown territory to see what was there; I am going into the realm of blogs to see what I can add, and, in writing posts about my life here in Northeast Indiana, to see what I can discover about myself and the place I live. Maybe this is not so much a new-fangled blog as it is an old-fashioned pot-bellied stove around which stories and news are exchanged and shared.

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Yo, there. Okay, I don't exactly look like my picture here. I have written for some papers in different places and at present I am writing for the Kendallville Mall. You may have read some of my articles; you may not have. A lot of the time I write for myself, and sometimes I don't do it on paper. Sometimes I write in my mind where the words can soothe or encourage or firmly establish a feeling in my memory place. Would that be my heart? Maybe. Sometimes I write funny stuff; I think I am at times melancholy. I don't think of myself as a writer or storyteller. I believe I just have a need to attach words to things. Perhaps it is a way of praying , a need such as that expressed by C.S. Lewis in the movie Shadowlands:"That's not why I pray, Harry. I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time, waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God. It changes me."

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THE LEG AT KENDALLVILLE WENDY'S

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