Lorin Swinehart

I grew up in rural and small town Ohio. Following a 36- year high school and college teaching career, including English and Native American Studies classes in Ohio penal institutions, I became a National Park Service Ranger. I served for twelve seasons at parks in Ohio, North Carolina, Florida, Arizona and Colorado. I have been active in environmental affairs for most of my life, serving the Sierra Club twice as Congressional District Coordinator. My enthusiasms include fly fishing, natural history and wilderness backpacking. In 1996, I published privately a memoir, Trails of Laughter/ Trails of Tears, featuring my wilderness adventures and misadventures. I serve when needed as a Licensed Eucharistic Minister in the Episcopal Church.

Lorin Swinehart

The Wonderful World Of Red-Winged Blackbirds:Tiny Heralds Of Spring

“In spring more mortal singers than belong To anyone place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng;” —Robert Frost, “Our Singing Strength” Whoosh! Whap! As I strode up the steps toward the upper plaza at Perry’s Victory and International Peace Memorial out on South Bass Island in Lake Erie, I felt

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The Gruesome Business Of Human Sacrifice Continues With Different Gods

“For every abominable thing which the Lord hates they have done for their gods; for they even burn their sons and daughters in the fire to their gods.” Deuteronomy 12:31 King Minos of the once powerful Minoan civilization was a very unhappy man. He had been given a beautiful white bull to serve as seed

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A Winter Evening With A Dog And The Friendly Spirits Of The Anasazi

“Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill: They are all gone away.” —Edwin Arlington Robinson “The House on the Hill” The setting sun peeped over the rim of the red rock canyon walls far overhead. I was aware that the winter night would soon descend over my stretch of the southwestern

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