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Friday, December 19, 2008

A Ton of Bricks II

Wall fall down go BOOM. Fortunately no one was seriously hurt, but three families are now made homeless, during Christmas no less. I am finally away from work for the Holidays. My thoughts, prayers and wishes are with my friends and partners in ERT. To recap the year would be a tough row to hoe for me now. My best year professionally, my worst to see my Dad pass away. My 50th birthday. My wife, so beautifual and smart, writing her dissertation. Our friends moving onward and upward in their lives. My mom hanging in there, muddling through somehow. We are very fortunate. So very fortunate. We have jobs, and income and a roof over our heads, and enough Godiva to last till Valentines day. We'll be heading South soon to spend the high Holidays with Jennifer's family in Virgina. Wishing you all a bountious and peaceful new year full of hope. Follow your Bliss to joy.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

A Ton of Bricks


How do I grow old

Working with such little men

With such narrow views of the world

While the ghosts of all my girlfriends

Sit beside me

Waiting for their kiss

Am I not a little man

With my own narrow view

Wanting to be kissed

By those sprites

Those spirits

Of delight

How do I grow old

With my limitations

And debilitations



Subjugations and