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I need to lose the Batman model and get a Barney.
 
We are all alone and that is never more evident than when we write . Nothing means more to anyone than ourselves . When we can touch the life of another through our writing it is good . When we can make sense of ourselves to ourselves we can ask for nothing more . The rest is just gravy .
 
Not Barney. I'd blow up the entire munk compound. These kids are listening to sophisticated folk, blues and Rock. (Ha!)




munk
 
munk said:
....great...I touch upon the sacred heart that beats within us all, that still carries the voices of our friends Rusty and Bill, and you two Barflies/existential angst bringers/ rapidly aging neor-were hippies show up and talk about the WRAPPER. The WRAPPER. OH My God Am I REally All Alone?
munk

No they are the zen masters keeping us from gettin too serious!:thumbup:
 
Reading, smiling, nodding and feeling filled up again. Thanks.

Spent the day with my friend Ray. Helped him and his son and law work on a barn. The girls hiked and sledded. a lunch of ginger/cabbage/bison soup. A good day.
 
Your words paint great mind pictures of you and your family-your "3 hootin tootin dancin prancin'' sons- and your thoughts are deep. Thank you for sharing these thoughts. Yes, life is moving on. Much faster than we acknowledge. Enjoy camping when you can.
 
for a long time i sought my people, and for the most part, i think i've found them. some of them are online (wave), and some of them i know from festivals of the folk music/dancing, and some from camping with 200 friends, and some are just there. it's good to have such things.

every now and then you run across someone and just KNOW they are "kin" of a type. you don't know who they are, but you get that feeling really fast that you could be long friend in short minutes in the right context. it's a good feeling that.

a couple summers ago, one of the latch key kids in my neighborhood is wandering around the complex. she's about 11ish, bookish, and even kinda "nerdy". my kind of people. she was looking for sticks, to tie together, to get her kite out of a tree. i volunteered to help her, if her mom said it was okay, so she runs off, comes back with mom to meet the weird man, and we go off to rescue the kite - kites are special creatures to be cherished you know. well. long story short is that the kite got down, but was totalled. a store bought kite of little soul. the girl was bummed. i said "well, no worries", and showed her how to make a kite from some scavenged nearby newspaper, sticks, and string that she already had. voila! kite. the look on her face was precious. little gears turning. i'll bet that 5-10 years after the fact, she'll probably not remember me in any real sense other than "that weird kite guy", but i saw something click that day - some good old yankee creativity and ingenuity that she already had. more folx like that are needed everyday.

bladite
 
good for you bladite. The lesson of helping others and sharing knowledge will likely stick with her too.
 
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