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Nov. 5/89
ANOTHER DAY.
Every day I learn something new and forget something from the
past. We are having an Indian Summer. Roses still
blooming. The lemon tree has a big crop. It should
continue to give me a lemon a day with some for gifts.
My remote ancestors dealt mostly with nature around them and
looked for food. They knew the people in the village. All
spoke the same language. Now most people who I meet are
strangers. Even the ones I have known for some time.
I enjoyed an article in last Sundays Wall St. Journal.
Someone has started The Senior Professional Baseball
Association. Eight teams. All in Florida.
