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a blog by Paula Gail Benson
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by Paula Gail Benson
Forty years ago, the Space Shuttle Challenger launched with a crew of seven, Francis R. Scobee, Michael J. Smith, Ellison Onizuka, Judith Resnik, Gregory Jarvis, teacher Christa McAuliffe, and Ronald McNair, a native of Lake City, South Carolina. Seventy-three seconds into the flight the shuttle broke apart, due to the failure of the O-ring seals caused by the cold weather. Today, McNair’s wife, son, and daughter along with other family members and friends came to the Statehouse to honor his contributions. Working with French composer and performer Jean-Michel Jarre, McNair planned to play and record a saxophone solo from space.
Martin Luther King Jr.
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by Paula Gail Benson
This year is the 40th anniversary of Martin
Luther King Jr. Day, which recognizes Dr. King’s leadership in advocating for
nonviolent activism during the Civil Rights Movement. President Ronald Reagan
signed the holiday into law in 1983. It was first observed on January 20, 1986.
King’s actual birthday was January 15. Due to the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, the
celebration occurs on the Monday closest to the actual date, meaning it has
been as designated as early as January 15 and as late as January 21. For the
next three years, it will be on January 19, 18, and 17.
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The venerable cello lounged in its
case awaiting the performance. Across the room, the centuries younger violins
chirped.
“I heard . . .” one began.
“Who knows if Bach played cello . .
.” the other interrupted.
The cello knew but wasn’t talking.
A sultry viola twanged. “He
certainly could compose.”
In a sound low as the gentlest
brush across the strings, the cello’s bow whispered, “Tell them.”
“No.” They either wouldn’t understand
or be envious. The cello had sealed Bach’s musical touch inside its frame so whoever
bowed, only Bach played. His last cello. Even on “Jingle Bell Rock.”
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Bar Story
by Paula Gail Benson
An elf, a reindeer, and a snowman walk into a bar. Really. They find places at the crowded counter, and each orders an Arctic beer. The elf downs his in a gulp—for courage to face more toy-making. The reindeer slurps his and orders another mugful, checking the reddening of his nose in a mirror. The snowman futilely clinks his glass against his line of black coal teeth, hating that he can never taste the beverage. With a sigh, he looks at the puddle developing beneath him—wishing someday that he might leave behind something other than a watery trail.
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This 100-word story is offered as an entry for the annual Advent Ghosts event hosted by Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. See the other entries there. Thanks, Loren, for the opportunity!