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<title>Play Hooky With Kate</title><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/index.html</link><description>Thoughtful Truancy</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:rights>Copyright 2011 Kate Rice</dc:rights><dc:date>2012-10-06T11:46:35-04:00</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.realmacsoftware.com/" />
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<lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2012 17:42:21 -0400</lastBuildDate><item><title>My View From the Grassy Knoll </title><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:subject>The Thoughtful Truant</dc:subject><dc:date>2012-10-06T11:46:35-04:00</dc:date><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/my_view_from_the_grassy_knoll.html#unique-entry-id-7</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/my_view_from_the_grassy_knoll.html#unique-entry-id-7</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[And that&rsquo;s all there in this museum, along with all that Kennedy White House magic, giving context to visitors who all seemed to find it as absorbing as I did, even those born decades after it all happened.


...The corner is glassed in, but you can stand in the windows right next to the area and get a clear view onto Elm Street to see the Xs on the road (painted there not by the museum staff; a helpful attendant told me that they don&rsquo;t know who maintains that) that mark where the bullets hit.


But what I found most affecting were all of the images of Jackie Kennedy, unwavering at LBJ&rsquo;s side as he&rsquo;s sworn in, kneeling at her husband&rsquo;s flag-draped coffin with Caroline at her side, prompting her son John to salute as his father&rsquo;s coffin passes, and finally, striding down the street leading from the White House to St. ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>O&#x27;Hare Thunderstorms and Sky Masterson</title><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:subject>The Thoughtful Truant</dc:subject><dc:date>2012-05-07T09:49:05-04:00</dc:date><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/inflight_with_sky_masterson.html#unique-entry-id-6</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/inflight_with_sky_masterson.html#unique-entry-id-6</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[I&rsquo;m a blue-sky, smooth-air flyer, but even as I was saying Hail Marys through our ascent through bumpy clouds, I had to admire the beauty of the way the lightning backlit piles of clouds and occasionally pitchforked through them.   Earlier, as my ten-year-old and I had waited in the crowded terminal, I had listened to a quick-witted JetBlue ticket agent try to put a positive spin on his ongoing explanations for the continued delays, and wondered what draws people to the often beleaguered aviation industry.   Now, the view from my window made me think, as I often have before, that scenes like this have to be part of what makes it worth it.
]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Torah and Alta&#x27;s Diving Board: Nachshon Moments</title><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:subject>The Thoughtful Truant</dc:subject><dc:date>2012-02-04T17:27:48-05:00</dc:date><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/b09c79438b1a863664c5a7711ab97fea-5.html#unique-entry-id-5</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/b09c79438b1a863664c5a7711ab97fea-5.html#unique-entry-id-5</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[Sometimes you learn about playing hooky--which, according to my definition anyway, is breaking out of your everyday routine to take a fresh look at yourself and how you&rsquo;re living your life--in unexpected places. 


...	And last weekend, I heard a great story that apparently is  pretty well known if you&rsquo;re into the Torah and Midrash--the latter being what Jewish sages write about what they think the Torah really meant. 

...	 But he talked about the importance of recognizing fear, it&rsquo;s impact, taking the leap and then, as you go through life, remembering how you took one leap to help you take another, and then another. ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Off-the-Beaten-Track French Wines: the Midi Pyr&#xe9;n&#xe9;es </title><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:subject>The Thoughtful Truant</dc:subject><dc:date>2012-01-27T15:01:35-05:00</dc:date><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/french_wines_and_the_midi_pyrenees.html#unique-entry-id-4</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/french_wines_and_the_midi_pyrenees.html#unique-entry-id-4</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[That means last fall I, as part of my job, had to sip a truffle and pumpkin squash soup, while sitting next to the Ambassador of Armagnac (there are several, actually--oh, those French!). 

...These aren&rsquo;t wines that attract investors and label chasers, but I bumped into some of them on vacations in France and find some of them and others in wine stores here. 

...And, Madiran's specialty is Tannat, a red variety that is very high in tannins (and which Uruguay is now trying to make its signature grape, similar to what Malbec did for Argentina).&nbsp;]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Playing Hooky for Veteran&#x27;s Day</title><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:subject>The Thoughtful Truant</dc:subject><dc:date>2011-11-12T11:05:27-05:00</dc:date><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/8d689980c2452f045fd17dab5134c945-2.html#unique-entry-id-2</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/8d689980c2452f045fd17dab5134c945-2.html#unique-entry-id-2</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[The vets spoke only briefly, turning over the podium to two young spakers: Elizabeth Puck, one of the winners of the VFW&rsquo;s Patriot&rsquo;s Pen essay contest for middle schoolers, and Tara Woodman, one of the winners of the VFW&rsquo;s Voice of Democracy essay contest. 

...	Then, the VFW commander gives the order for the firing squad to fire, as the shots fade out, the bugler, partially hidden in the courthouse parking lot, starts to play.


...Then the kids headed back to their classrooms, the vets and members of the VFW and American Legion auxilliary furled their flags, chatted amicably in the bank parking lot and drove off. ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Thirty-Six Hours to Play Hooky</title><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:subject>The Thoughtful Truant</dc:subject><dc:date>2011-10-05T10:37:11-04:00</dc:date><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/fb940ca5dc08b2e339e59583e4f531cf-1.html#unique-entry-id-1</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/fb940ca5dc08b2e339e59583e4f531cf-1.html#unique-entry-id-1</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span &nbsp;class='st_twitter_large' ></span><span &nbsp;class='st_facebook_large' ></span><span &nbsp;class='st_linkedin_large' ></span><span &nbsp;class='st_email_large' ></span><span &nbsp;class='st_sharethis_large' ></span><span &nbsp;class='st_digg_large' ></span>


...Another is about a teacher-turned-travel agent who taped a Post-It note to her computer with a financial goal for her business. 

...Her whole family is home, which is why we aren&rsquo;t meeting until 8:30, but she&rsquo;s with me in spirit!]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Road Trip to Summer</title><dc:creator>kate@playhookywithkate.com</dc:creator><dc:subject>The Thoughtful Truant</dc:subject><dc:date>2011-06-29T13:05:21-04:00</dc:date><link>http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/765d19fb5a6ee0c380d3982e2942e6f2-0.html#unique-entry-id-0</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.playhookywithkate.com/blog/files/765d19fb5a6ee0c380d3982e2942e6f2-0.html#unique-entry-id-0</guid><content:encoded><![CDATA[I'd continue on to Vegas, while they enjoyed a few days together and then my mother would take my daughter to the camp bus that the camp urges all campers to take in order to promote bonding.


...With my BlackBerry I shot a photo of her at the wheel -- looking quite dashing in the Yves-Montand-style sunglasses she's wearing while she waits to have a cataract removed -- and promptly emailed it to my brothers, my sister, a variety of cousins and, of course, several of my mother's buddies.


The three of us drove around past all the other cottages, my daughter sitting up on top of the back seat, waving to long-time friends as we played our very own soundtrack for a Wisconsin summer afternoon -- "This One's For the Girls," "Men Buy the Drinks-Girls Call the Shots," and, with a bow to the inevitable, "Ticks."
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