<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><!-- generator="WordPress/2.9.1" -->
<rss version="0.92">
<channel>
	<title>Lost in Time</title>
	<link>http://jlkuntz.com</link>
	<description></description>
	<lastBuildDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 15:44:36 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs>
	<language>en</language>
	
	<item>
		<title>The Box</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was one of those dreams, you know the kind, where you have trouble separating the dream from reality. Most dreams, at least mine, have a surreal, Daliesque quality. Something about the scene is not quite right. The shape of a tree perhaps or the scene seems out of proportion. You know you are dreaming. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2011/12/24/the-box/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Memories of Popeye</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Occasionally, something will pop into my head quite unexpectedly. A random thought or image, scraps of memory seemingly unconnected to what I was doing at the time. Hence, when the song
“Strike up the band
for Popeye the Sailor.
Cash in his hand,
fresh off a whaler.
He’s a cinch
but every inch a sailor”
began to play in my head, sung [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2011/05/31/memories-of-popeye/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Tuxedo Envy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Consider for a moment – Cary Grant; suave and debonair, the epitome of panache. Movie studios loved to showcase him in a tuxedo whenever possible. A case in point is Bringing Up Baby where an early scene shows him descending a broad staircase, pure Art Deco, characteristically checking his shirt cuffs, making certain the right [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2011/01/30/tuxedo-envy/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Listening to Christmas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Our perceptions of how we view the universe are formed early on in our childhood. And while there is disagreement as to when this actually occurs, most child psychology experts are in agreement that somewhere between the ages of 6 and 9, we have pretty much decided what the universe is and how were are [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2010/12/25/listening-to-christmas/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Walk With Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My good friend, spend some time with me while I tell you of a place that was and is, of a farm of 160 acres that borders the Ray/Quincy Road, primary and paved,  and Paul Road, secondary and unpaved. The Ray/Quincy road begins at the old North Road to Clear Lake, and extends due [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2010/11/21/walk-with-me/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Reflections</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am not certain when I knew that I wanted to marry my wife of 50 years, but it was early on in our relationship. The realization may have come as we sat talking in her driveway, something we often did when returning from a date; possibly a minor annoyance to her father, I might add, for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2010/07/23/reflections/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>My Prayer</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sock hops and dancing the slow dances. The fast ones were beyond the capabilities of both of us. We didn’t dance as much as hold each other and move in time to the music in the darkened gymnasium, oblivious to the other couples around us. I was so in love with her then, I didn’t [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2010/05/27/my-prayer/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Things Are Seldom What They Seem</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The waning moon hung low on the horizon this morning, just 4 days short of crossing back to the evening sky, new moon. Its appearance this morning brought to mind Buttercup&#8217;s song in Gilbert and Sullivan&#8217;s HMS Pinafore, Things are Seldom What They Seem. &#8220;Things are seldom what they seem, Skim milk masquerades as cream,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2010/01/20/things-are-seldom-what-they-seem/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>Tod</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I saw him in the distance, walking down the sidewalk and paid him little mind. Pedestrian traffic on our street is not uncommon. Cold weather was coming and I wanted to finish the yard cleanup before it became too unpleasant to work out of doors. The dead reminders of a once verdant spring littered the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/12/12/tod/</link>
			</item>
	<item>
		<title>First Snow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The snow appeared as if magic. One second it wasn&#8217;t there, the next second it was, as soft white granules filled the air and very quickly began to cover the colder surfaces. It was the first snowfall of the coming winter and I had watched it begin.
It was a cold November day shortly before Thanksgiving, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://jlkuntz.com/2009/10/22/first-snow/</link>
			</item>
</channel>
</rss>

