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The pandemic has certainly altered the ways that mentors and mentees are able to connect but those relationships continue to blossom. I've heard of, or participated in, many fun activities: game night, cooking lessons, crafting and more. Last Friday night was no exception.

Nine mentor/mentee pairs came together for a fiercely competitive and boisterous trivia night!

Lots of dancing...

Joe Newman was back in our news again.    (I hope you recall this gentleman I introduced you to last spring who, at age 107, drove a cherry red Mercedes convertible he purchased from his dentist.)  Celebrating his 108th birthday January 13, he was tracked down by the Sarasota Herald-Tribune staff for an interview regarding current events and history.  Newman participated in a video interview from the retirement home he shares with his 100-year-old partner, Anita.

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A brief recap from three blogs that I posted in October.  My Polish history has been shrouded in mystery.  Many years ago, I was told that my Grandfather had only one brother and that they both immigrated to America around 1905, I was not able to identify his brother.  Then around 2014 while visiting my cousin on Polish Hill in Pittsburgh, he suggested that we go through a box of my Aunt Theresa’s (my Dad’s youngest sister) memorabilia together.  We discovered a letter from a “Mrs. John Lesh” in Lorain, Ohio inviting my Grandfather to his nephew’s wedding over Labor Day...

Grey

Many more grey-sky days than sunny.  At least fifty shades.

Peter Yoder disdains a blue sky in his paintings.  I look at the sky regularly, day and night, and enjoy cloud-gazing, thunder-storm roiling bulges, and sunsets that distribute unpaintable variations.   A good sunset, often delightfully enhanced by air pollutants, spreads a continuum of dark to lighter greys to subtle and fleeting thin greens and a reach of hues of oranges and reds against a backdrop of fading shades of blue.  Then comes the horizon’s...

Due to the frequency of Zoom, I’ve been opting for phone calls for one on one conversations.  I often throw on my coat and go for a walk while talking, a nice change from sedentary computer-ing.  We’re fortunate to live by a public walking path in the woods, right behind a police depot which borders our property to  the north.

Last Wednesday afternoon I did just that.  The cool air and brisk walk were refreshing, and it was a good phone conversation.  I got in several laps.  My hands got a bit cold with no gloves, but alternating which hand got frozen while holding the phone helped...

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