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	<title>From the Back Nine</title>
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	<description>Views from a Baby Boomer</description>
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		<title>Family visit</title>
		<description>Linda, JB, Riley and Dylan are coming for a visit. This is cause for great celebration. And, ok, maybe a little panic. Let us begin:
 


The weather always sucks when they are here. Local playgrounds are drippy and covered with moss. So are the local children.
Of our four dogs, only one ...</description>
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		<title>Short Game 27</title>
		<description>My significant-other-in-law John has been installing a GPS in his car. The unit also has a radio, TV, reverse camera, CD/DVD player, and can land airplanes in heavy fog. This threatens to be a little more difficult to install than, say, putting proof of insurance in your glove compartment.

So, ladies, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.fromthebacknine.com/2008/07/13/short-game-27/</link>
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		<title>In the oven</title>
		<description>While my revised site is in the oven baking to a new degree of sweetness, I thought I'd post some random photos. Many thanks to all of you who have pointed out that the foibles of WordPress don't matter much, and that you'll mosey on over anyway.

I was looking for ...</description>
		<link>http://www.fromthebacknine.com/2008/07/06/in-the-oven/</link>
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		<title>Til we meet again</title>
		<description>I’m having WordPress woes, the symptoms of which are hysteria, sniveling out of context, and a desire to pick fights. To begin, WordPress no longer emails notifications of new posts, and I know how you all cherish these pearls of wisdom. I can’t get it fixed. I’ve had no luck ...</description>
		<link>http://www.fromthebacknine.com/2008/06/26/til-we-meet-again/</link>
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		<title>Short game 26</title>
		<description>Apology: Apparently my blog is not letting subscribers link right to new entries. I’ll be damned if I can figure out why. Sorry for the inconvenience … and if anyone has any hints for me, I’d love to hear them.

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The Mister, devotee of many scientific journals, emails me this quote: ...</description>
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		<title>Moans &#038; groans</title>
		<description>This morning when I woke up, I was Andy Rooney. Well, ok, maybe Andi Rooney. Either way, a blanket of hoar frost had descended on me and I have spent the day moaning and groaning and shooting messengers. I suggest you watch your step today on the Back Nine.

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I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.fromthebacknine.com/2008/06/17/moans-groans/</link>
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		<title>It&#8217;s the economy, Stupid</title>
		<description>Early in his campaign, John McCain said, “The issue of economics is not something I've understood as well as I should.”  Well, John, take a walk outside the Beltway and you will meet the people who are tightening their belts. 

If you reach my age and still have a couple nickels ...</description>
		<link>http://www.fromthebacknine.com/2008/06/15/its-the-economy-stupid/</link>
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		<title>Bend</title>
		<description>Sis and I went to Bend, Oregon to visit a friend over the weekend. Here are some highlights:

This symbol was on the plastic bag that was on my new suitcase. Sis says it means No opera singing near this product.
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The following is an actual phone conversation. No names have been ...</description>
		<link>http://www.fromthebacknine.com/2008/06/10/bend/</link>
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		<title>Short Game 25</title>
		<description>When I took high school Spanish (the earth’s crust had nearly cooled by that time), my teacher was an Old Maid. In other words, she was probably thirty-three or four. It never dawned on us that she might actually be happy, especially since she was portly with abnormally tiny feet that she ...</description>
		<link>http://www.fromthebacknine.com/2008/06/01/short-game-25/</link>
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		<title>Proof</title>
		<description>
There. See, Archie? See? A really bad eagle situation. I wouldn't lie. This is a real photo taken by my real friend, Steve. </description>
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