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Ballad of a Gooney Bird
Gazing skyward, her tail-wheel configuration appears as if she’s ready to fly—embracing the celestial world above, loving the heavens like her airmen within. Pulling chocks from her wheels, line personnel scramble beneath her soft…
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Tale of a Sunset
A slumbering world stirs to spring’s tender touch, as winter’s twilight sings a lullaby…
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Winter’s Song
Winter’s icy breeze serenades a slumbering barren landscape; a lonely tune heard only by empty fields and barns…
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A Sunset’s Story
Numerous tales rest within her heart… …unveiling a celestial bedtime story of breathtaking artistry!
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Old Mill’s Tale
Looming over the endless chorus of the Muskingum River — derived from the Shawnee word Mshkikwam, meaning swampy ground — the Stockport Mill still stands watch over this once important water route into the…
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Twilight’s Dance
As shadows bow before twilight’s dazzling color, silhouettes dance to a tune of churning celestial waves…
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Heaven’s Lighthouse
While her structure remains abandoned, a centuries-old symbol reaches skyward towards heaven — a beacon to all, recounting sacrificial love…
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January’s Thaw Complete
Embracing old man winter’s icy reprieve, the morning sun reflects spring’s soul…
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Age of Steam
“Your true pilot cares nothing about anything on earth but the river, and his pride in his occupation surpasses the pride of kings.” — Mark Twain, Life on the Mississippi — Parting the glistening…
Crock’s Thoughts 