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The Wheel

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“No, not going to Navy Pier and getting on that damn ferris wheel.”
“Come on, Cheryl, please.”
“No, take Betty, she’s the brave one.”
“Betty isn’t in town. Come on, I wanna go.”
“No amount of your begging will get me on that wheel, it scared the hell out of me last time and this one’s taller.”
“Only by forty-eight feet and you survived the last one. Don’t be a baby.”
“Don’t you ‘don’t be a baby’ me, Ethel. No.”
“Cheryl, you admitted you liked it last time. What if I treat you to Gene and Georgetti’s after?”
“Oh, maybe.”

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The Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier in Chicago

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I love Ferris Wheels. I missed this FridayFictioneers photo prompt by my pal Dale Rogerson somehow or I would have had the girls on it last week. I knew they would want to go, well at least Ethel, so I’m writing this now. I see Rochelle is raiding Dale’s photos again to give her writers inspiration. Here are the Ferris Wheel stories. FridayFictioneersFerrisWheelStories

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The Ferris Wheel was invented by George Washington Ferris as America’s answer to the Eiffel Tower for the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago and was located in the Midway of the White City

New Staff Member at TedBook

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Returning home from Myanmar last year…

Last week the Publisher of TedBook sent out the following letter to a recent guest author:

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Today we received the following reply:

Ula's letter to TedBook

Her first assignment starts January 14th… Stay Tuned…

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moonshine  I thought my friends at yeah write.me would like to meet the new Foreign Correspondent at TedBook.  She leaves next week for a country not many Americans have visited.  We are looking forward to her reports… internet availability willing.  Here’s a few pics of past travels…

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India

India

Japan

Japan

Thailand

Thailand

Egypt

Egypt

THE DOORKNOB By Ula Grace… Guest Author

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I am the doorknob. I feel gloved hands – rough work gloves. They twist me to the right and open the door. The hands are big and have been working all day. I feel their relief at being done with work. He closes this door behind him and I feel him take hold of my counterpart on the other side of the door, so that the door won’t slam. Small hands reach up, barely reaching me, the little hands gritty with dirt from playing outside. They turn me to the right and run inside not stopping to close this door. Gentle hands close the door behind the laughing child. Someone knocks on this door. I feel the vibrations through the door. The gentle hands twist my counterpart on the inside to the left and open the door. The hands accept something from the hands which knocked and the woman closes the door with her hip.

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 Please join me in welcoming guest author, Ula Grace.  “The Doorknob” is her first submission as TedBook’s newest staff member.  She promises to write about her recent month-long journey through Myanmar, complete with photos she took.  Ula is honing her writing skills at Spring Street International School in Friday Harbor, Washington.  

WHAT??? I’m Tie-Dying!

WHAT???  I'm Tie-Dying!

Full details to be revealed on TedBook when I return to civilization… although this seems almost more civilized.

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