• T.J. Burnham

    Spring, Spring, Spring!!!

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     by T.J. Burnham
     on March 25, 2014

    Troughs of Easter candy line the aisle of Wal-Mart, and stories about the origin of colored eggs and Peter Cottontail are in the daily news. Must be --- can it be?  Yes! SPRING! Welcome back, daffodils. Where have you been, sun? Hey, time to turn the outside water back on and unwrap the spigots. Let's fire up the BBQ and try out that new smoker!! Yeah, I'm a spring person. I like the warmer, longer days when I can go outside and work without feeling the sting of cold on my…

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    Tax Time a Moment to Celebrate, Scream

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     by T.J. Burnham
     on March 20, 2014

    Taxes. April 15 can be another Halloween or a Christmas, depending on whether you are paying through the nose or getting a healthy refund. I haven't had a "refund" for so long I had to Google the meaning of the word. I mean, the government lives off of me, demanding I build new bridges, fight new wars and save more species. But it is still relative, the way taxes are viewed. I mean, since moving to Washington I have been able to avoid state income taxes like those I paid in…

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    Life Is Not For The Faint Of Heart

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     by T.J. Burnham
     on March 11, 2014

    Death. It comes and steals our loved ones from us. Just heard from a dear friend and former editor who sent a quick email that his son had passed suddenly, without warning, in the night in his bed. He was a grown man working for several years with lots of friends. Then, when he failed to show for an appointment, they checked his apartment and found him there. The note from his father, my good friend of many years, was short and poignant. I can imagine him sitting there writing it. My only…

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    What I Love About Traveling

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     by T.J. Burnham
     on March 5, 2014

    Heading to Denver and the airlines calls before I leave home and says the flight will be delayed for two hours, but that the plane could actually leave earlier. That means I get to sit listening to my MP3 player and messing with my iPad for who knows how long as the plane decides my fate. Not a comfortable way to start a trip, yet I am steeled to the vagaries of travel and get kicks out of watching others. One of my pet ways to keep busy is to eavesdrop on people complaining about late…

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