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Momentary art

On beach vacations in my childhood, I made little sand bowls. Piled up a mountain of sand, scooped out the top, then slowly poured a cup of water in.

It baked in the tropical heat. And I baked in the tropical heat. Then, brushing away the loose sand, I lifted out a fragile oddly-shaped sand bowl.

The momentary art of a child at play.

The surf moved in and out. I sat in the vast ocean holding my little creation.  A large wave drenched me. The bowl dissolved. Wet sand ran through my fingers in the waves. Delightful.

Then I made another one.

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Integrity matters

This spring we looked for a car. A reliable used car. It’s been years since our last search. Integrity matters. In the car—and the car salesman. It did then. It does today.

But car-shopping has changed.

Now you can shop online and find a fairly detailed history of the vehicle you’re interested in.

The number of owners. Where it’s been registered. If it’s been in any accidents or had any recalls.

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Secret place

Hidden behind clothes and toys, I giggled when I heard my mother calling and calling my name. I was around 4 years old. And I’d discovered a secret place in the depths of our walk-in closet. She called my name again. And again.

This was so much fun. 

No one knew where I was. 

As you can imagine, the end of that story was not funny at all. My mother was in tears and panicking. She thought I had wandered outside the gate of our home in Surabaya and been lost forever. This was a surprise to me. And the discipline that followed was, shall we say, memorable. The next time I listened when my parents called.