Essays by Russell E. Vance, III PhD
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Like a white-hot probe
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The unseen assailant drove the ice pick deep into my shoulders. It felt like a white-hot probe searing its way deep into the joint. The mu...
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Me, myself and I - finding the real you.
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Me I must admit that it is a bit fun to have people call me Indiana Jones because I'm a Harrison Ford fan, but it's just my Can...
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
WHY I THINK HOMO SAPIENS ARE AN INVASIVE SPECIES?
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It is not easy to come to the conclusion that if your species were to disappear from the face of the earth the earth would be better off. ...
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
More Alike than Different
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More Alike than Different Russell E. Vance, III, PhD If this were a video or television program it would be opening with the sound of...
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Safe from the storm
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Callie at rest (1) I was sleeping soundly when I was awakened by the pain of claws in my left bicep. I rolled over toward the edge of ...
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Puma, the Sheepish Lion
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Northwest end of Avalanche Lake looking toward where Mt Cannon (far) and Bearhat Mt (near) meet. It was late May in Glacier National Par...
Friday, February 5, 2016
Ryuhiko -12
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“ Oh, excuse me!” said a very embarrassed Catherine. Each day after Shinmasa left she would go into his room and gather the inevitable dir...
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