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Unskilled?
You try wielding a roofing shovel and a nail gun in the blazing sun, laying down tar paper and shingles 20 or 30 feet off the ground on a steep pitch. Continue reading
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‘We should help our own first’
Originally posted on Sense of Decency: The vacant former Majestic theater in downtown Brownsville, Texas. By JIM McKEEVER I spent the last two weeks of May at the US-Mexico border in Texas, volunteering with the humanitarian organization Team Brownsville, welcoming… Continue reading
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Flying the flag … for whom?
Originally posted on Sense of Decency: A woman looks through the border wall in Tijuana, Mexico, toward the United States. Photo © Bill McLaughlin 2019. By JIM McKEEVER The blue and yellow flags of Ukraine that flew so proudly in… Continue reading
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Tales from the Precipice
Originally posted on Sense of Decency: “Face to Face: Portraits from the Precipice” by Bill McLaughlin will be on exhibit at the Earlville Opera House art gallery, Earlville, NY, from May 6 through June 24. Editor’s note: Five additional portraits… Continue reading
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Go ahead, make my day
Originally posted on Sense of Decency: Hungry Howie. Photo © Michelle Gabel 2015. By JIM McKEEVER It was a few minutes after the pizza joint opened at 11 a.m. on a dreary Monday morning in Middle America. I pulled the… Continue reading
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What do these two people ‘deserve’?
Originally posted on Sense of Decency: Photo illustration © Michelle Gabel By JIM McKEEVER The woman eases herself into a chair across from a man in the waiting room, sets her walker aside and goes into detail about her many… Continue reading
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A curmudgeon’s Christmas story of love … and cookies
Originally posted on Sense of Decency: This year’s batch of Christmas cookies. Photo courtesy Mike Donohue. By MIKE DONOHUE I spend a lot of time grousing like the elderly Irish curmudgeon I am, but the truth is I’m a pretty… Continue reading
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The Long Wait for Spring
Originally posted on Views from Alongside a Border: Three weeks ago I spoke with a woman via my computer. She was Haitian, with a name so sprinkled with vowels that it sounded to me like a springtime melody. Guernais. This… Continue reading