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 Friday, February 16, 2021 Friday Feb. 12, 2021                                                                     Today they buried my baby brother. He was five years younger than me. He was my baby when we were younger. As a toddler, Chuckie would cry and then hold his breath. Mom would panic and slap him in the face with a wet washcloth.  Later we moved to a house on the corner of Livernoise and MacKenzie in Detroit, next to the garage my Dad managed. I remember one day deciding to run away. I took my brother with me. I was 8, he was 3. We walked around for maybe 30 minutes. I decided we should go home. No one said a word, including me. I don't think they even realized we were gone.  After we moved to N. Custer Rd., Chuckie had an old yellow bone hound he named Frank.  Frank was a dog m...
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 Saturday, February 13, 2021 According to the news, we may have a decision on 45s impeachment. I think it's obvious to anyone who has followed the trial that the Prosecution has proven he is guilty of inciting the riot which led to deaths, injuries, and destruction. The Repugnicans will vote along party lines and he will be acquitted. I believe we should work to make certain everyone who votes to acquit is voted out of office. They have no conscience and do not care about the wishes of their constituents. 45 should never be allowed to hold an elected position of any kind on any level, not even dog catcher. Well, just as I thought. The Repugnicans in the Senate are cowards, afraid to follow their brains or their hearts. I read that 7000 people have changed their party affiliation. I pray more will follow. The Republican party is dead. It should have died once Mitch McConnell was elected one time too many which occurred years ago. The party is filled with folks who came to Washington...
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Thursday, Feb. 12, 2021 I've started writing my biography. I'm not famous. Or infamous. But I think my life has been interesting one; one that some folks might find interesting. My name is Vickie. I was born at 4:34 a.m. on January 22, 1952, at St. Mary's Hospital in Knoxville Tennessee. My mother was young and alone. My father was in the Army, stationed in Germany during the Korean War. She was staying with her sister-in-law and her husband. A couple of days earlier, my mom thought she was having contractions. At the hospital, doctors determined she was experiencing  Braxton Hicks  contractions. So she remained in the hospital until the contractions were real. The medication they gave her made her crazy; trying to climb out of her hospital bed. She had to be restrained.  The birth was difficult. The doctor, Dr. John Smith, used forceps, leaving a bruise on my left arm which she thought was never going to go away. She still liked Dr. Smith. He delivered my two sisters and...
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