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Tinkerbelle

By Danny Minton No, the title is not the Tinkerbell that comes to people’s minds when the word is mentioned. That Tinker Bell was the fairy in J.M. Barrie’s play Peter Pan. Neither was it the Tinkerbell in Walt Disney’s version of the play. The Tinkerbelle in the title was a 13.5-foot Old Town “Whitecap” wooden sailboat. Today it is

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True Greatness

By Danny Minton It weighed a little over 183 pounds and was less than 25 inches wide. Scores of people wanted a glimpse of it. It was the most amazing thing anyone had ever seen. Nothing in the world had ever been built that could compare to the amazement of what this small object held as people anxiously anticipated the

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Somewhere In My Memory

By Danny Minton I stumbled across a conversation this week where people were discussing when they put up their Christmas trees. It may sound like a strange question almost one hundred days from Christmas, with Halloween and Thanksgiving holidays still on the horizon, but it was a serious back-and-forth between a few dozen people. I was surprised by how many

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I Have a Dream

By Danny Minton It was Aug. 28, 1963, when Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C., and gave his now-famous “I Have a Dream” speech. Here are a few excerpts expressing thoughts he was trying to convey to all Americans. “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise

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Windows

By Danny Minton One of my favorite things growing up was when we would go to downtown Dallas and look at the Christmas displays in the department store windows. The windows would be sprinkled with fake snow, and through the flakes you could view animated characters around a tree, in a sled, or helping Santa. They were windows into another

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The Man in the Middle

By Danny Minton It was a beautiful Sunday morning with a crystal-clear sky, the birds singing joyfully in the trees, children playing, and the warmth of the sun glistening off the morning dew. As he stepped through the Garden Gate, the first thing he did was glance up the hill a few hundred yards to his right. His eyes and

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