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Did Harry Meet Sally?

by Nancy McDaniel

I was an only child. But my dad’s best friend had two sons, who were two and three years older than I. Over our growing-up years, we spent lots of time together, especially at the swimming pool, while our parents played golf. They became as brothers to me. Unbeknownst to us, our dads always dreamed that Mike (not his real name), the one who was two years older, and I would date and ultimately marry – each other! I guess it was meant to be sort of a best friend-dynasty-creating thing.

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Childhood Never Changes on the Beach

by Nancy McDaniel

For some reason, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my father lately. My dad and I were very close. I was an only child and my mom died when I was 16, so Daddy and I spent a lot of time together. He died about 12 years ago. I don’t think about him every day, but I’ve thought of him a lot lately.

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More Beach Philosophy

by Nancy McDaniel

I always wonder about migrating birds. As well as all beasts that migrate. I know it’s instinct, not intelligence (although I sometimes wonder what the difference is. And if one is “better” than the other.) I still wonder why they instinctively tend to do the “right” thing while we humans so often don’t.

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How Different the Snow is Now

by Nancy McDaniel

Why is it that so many things that delighted us as children now just frustrate and infuriate us as adults?

Like Snow.

Just when we Chicagoans foolishly thought it was safe to start thinking about spring, we recently received the quintessential end-of-the-winter blizzard.

We had ample warning. In fact, we had so much warning that the airlines, who must have been Boy Scouts, overdid their “Be Prepared” credo. They cancelled many flights hours before the first flake ever fell. Just in case. Now that was annoying, I’m sure, to all the people who were stranded at the airport.

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The Colors of Love

by Nancy McDaniel

I never realized before how much the sunrise is like the sweetest, most complete act of making love. But you have to be up early to see it from the very beginning to experience the whole, perfect joyous beauty of it.

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