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You may have been re-directed to my photography page if you were looking for Shane’s Flying Disc Show.  Dream Weaver just blew me away.  I could only get so much help from Go Daddy before they refused to help me get through the hard parts of web pages, like connecting FTP sites with Dreamweaver and Go Daddy.

I am utilizing Facebook, FlickR, Youtube and WordPress to bring you Shane’s Flying Disc Show and Shane K. Smith Photography.  I have been a photographer and Flying Disc Thrower since elementary School.  I made my first money with a camera in High School and my first money with a Frisbee in 1978. I also made money by teaching Tennis since I was 13.  I am writing this in 2020.

I am going to set my menus up on my web pages so that Shane’s Flying Disc Show comes up first.  Then all my other stories will fill in alphabetically.

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Ride On to Junius Lindsay Vineyard, Lexington NC

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Deborah Troutman Macleod, r.i.p.

Debby Troutman

Lee Troutman 20261019

Shane K Smith Thank you Shane. Unfortunately, my sister passed away, 2017 time frame. I appreciate your thoughtfulness… Debby was smart, and always a joy to spend time with… She and Patty Pless, were close friends, and after they graduated SRHS, both attended ASU(roommates), where they made the Cheerleading squad there as well… Debby was on Nantucket Island, when she passed…

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“Deborah Troutman MacLeod, 60, of Nantucket, died Jan. 16, 2016 at home in Sconset. A celebration of her life will be held at 4:30 p.m. Monday, June 20 at 9 Pochick St. in Sconset.

A young woman with long brown hair, wearing a black short-sleeved dress over a long-sleeved shirt, smiling slightly against a white background.
A black and white photo of three students and a teacher posing together. The young man on the left has dark hair and is wearing a black shirt. The young woman in the center has long dark hair and is wearing a turtleneck. The teacher on the right, wearing a suit and glasses, is smiling. They are standing in front of a brick wall.
A collage of black and white images featuring cheerleaders performing jumps and poses on a sports field.
A group of varsity cheerleaders posing on stadium bleachers, arranged in two rows. The cheerleaders are wearing matching uniforms and holding pom-poms, smiling at the camera.
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Richard L Rogers Turns NINETY!

Live Longer and Prosper!

Written by Richard L Rogers.

Where I Am From

I am from the depths of eternity

I am from the dark recesses and crevices of the mind of the Great I Am

I am from a home forged in a cauldron of necessity

That endured the Great Depression with a lifeline so fragile that I was nearly left behind

I am from nature’s muck and slime of a different time

Before humanity developed a mind or walked upright and left its ignominious nature behind

Before society was intent on how its citizens were shaped or bent

I am from the hills and vales of a forest primeval

From Mount Olympus and Mount Parnassus

I’m from a family with similar genetic traits of soft-spokenness, introversion, and a tendency to procrastinate

From both fool and genius. I get my advice “not to be beaten before my time” and to “create poetry with or without rhyme”

I’m from a group of freethinkers who believe the only revelation that is accessible to humanity is the natural world. Religions come and go, but the earth abides forever. Proof that there is a power greater than man…a being or force that sustains the universe but whose traits and attributes cannot be fathomed by mortals on this globe.

I am from the past and present hidden by a veil through which we might not see

Where there is a little talk of thee or me

I have not drunk the milk of paradise nor fed on honeydew

From a lowly origin I have sprung and missed the golden rung

Thousands of memories are lodged in my subconscious mind

That can only be dredged up with the passing of time

Triggered by a smell, a word, a scene, or a remembered dream

Only to be washed away again by Lethe’s

Surging tide or life’s devouring time.

Memories that keep bubbling up from my unconscious mind

Memories that I would rather leave behind

Bringing with them all my sins come home to roost.

Triggered by smells and sights from reading Marcel Proust

I am from those moments lost in time, a prisoner in a jail of my own mind.

A small confining cell to house the contents of my kind

I am from those moments that are but dreams and memories

Which are all I have to define myself in this modern day and time,

Mr Richard L. Rogersd L Rogers

Sigmon Whitener

 He is a nice guy and a good teacher. I missed him when he left South!

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