I was raised on an apple farm high atop the beautiful hills of eastern Kentucky. Scaffold Lick Holler' to the north and Sugar Camp Holler' to the south and a long way to go to get anywhere no matter which road you take.

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Monday, November 2, 2015

Namby-Pamby Oaths

"Then a most surprising thing occurred. The captain broke loose upon the dead man like a thunderclap. Oaths rolled from his lips in a continuous stream. And they were not namby-pamby oaths, or mere expressions of indecency. Each word was a blasphemy, and there were many words. They crisped and crackled like electric sparks. I had never heard anything like it in my life, nor could I have conceived it possible. With a turn for literary expression myself, and a penchant for forcible figures and phrases, I appreciated, as no other listener, I dare say, the peculiar vividness and strength and absolute blasphemy of his metaphors."

The Sea-wolf by Jack London

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