When I and most other folks think of Pendleton, my guess is that we first think of gray boiled wool flannel suits.  When I was 18 and heading off to college, my father gave me one of those suits - skirt and jacket - for Christmas.  It almost seemed to signify for him as "a rite of passage" for his little girl.  He was so pleased with himself.  It was a Size 4, bullet proof,...

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As I reflect back on "The days of summer" (evidenced by my last post re summer's shades of green and how I'm missing them), I continue to be struck by two profound "patriotic teaching moments".  One goes back to the very beginning of summer ... the heralding in of the season with the Boston Pops annual Fourth of July "fireworks spectacular".  This year, because of weather, it was aired on the 3rd and frankly, having...

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