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on June 05, 2024

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The Elk River - Beginnings

The Elk River begins at Burrough's Cove, in Grundy County, Tennessee. About 195 miles later, in Limestone County, Alabama, the Elk flows into the Tennessee River. The wiki-page for the Elk River... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elk_River_(Tennessee_River_tributary) My work takes me to, and past some interesting places. One such place, is the beginning, or head, of the Elk River. Off Highway 50, to the left, just before going up the mountain to Altamont, is Burrough's Cove Road. Turn and go a half mile, the pull off is on the right, at the bridge. I've been that way several times. On April 23, 2023, I stopped, and took some pictures. This picture is from the bridge. The next two are from the bank. There are two cave openings. It was raining big drops that day. As the drops hit the water, the ripples were quickly carried downstream by the current. I was impressed with how fast they moved. This last picture best shows the clean blue-green water flowing from th

"S" is for...Hope...

In the 2013 Superman movie... Lois Lane asks Superman, "What 's the S stand for?, He replies, "It's not an S. On my world it means, Hope." The video clip from the movie... https://youtu.be/4CFrwHXYotI?si=27zs0ldWHup-mB4H It's not fair to call another person Superman. Then again, when that person brings so much Hope to others, maybe it is. My earlier Jeff Taylor stories are out there and searchable: https://rdside.blogspot.com/2018/12/22-jeff-taylor-stories-introduction.html Why another, why now? Fair question. Grief nudges us along on a journey we didn't choose, and leaves us at a different place. The trip can be blurry and fast, or, so slow you swear you aren't moving at all. With grief, comes an energy and restlesness. For me, it feels like a bad dance that I know neither the next steps, or recognize the music. We can't fix it. What do you do with it? With time, I choose to let it turn other gears. Do something wit

Writer's Cramp

- from 1982? - Silence. Silence, is all I hear. Darkness is all I see. Ideas pent up are fighting to get out. The clock shows a quarter till three. My body, at rest for some time now, wishes my mind would follow. But to think that such thoughts might otherwise be lost is a much harder pill to swallow. Out of the bed, and on with the light. The worst writer's cramp, is the one I can't fight. So I write my mind blank and try sleep once more. Till another new thought unlocks my mind's door. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Back story... This was in a folder of my high school stuff. It is 40+ years old. A folded up piece of yellow legal pad paper. I did not change it, (just added the picture) and included it here. I was probably 15 or 16 at the time. ADD, and ADHD was not a thing yet. I believe alot of kids, including me, had a touch of it. My attention span is still nothing to brag... hey look something shiny. There were lots of ni

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