Unlike so many “netizens” who inhabit the virtual world, I have a real life – a life filled with daughters, family and real “friends”.
Tuesday I will depart my home without stairs and travel from the West coast of Florida, where the sun sets over the Gulf to the Southeast coast, where the sun rises over the Atlantic. I will spend the holiday week with my daughters, their husbands and families.
My son in law’s mother and his family do the best Thanksgiving ever! Menu and all!!
I will probably eat too much, drink too much, smoke a few fine cigars and live in the moment. It was not too long ago when my kids, my wife and I would gather with the “old timers” for the holidays.
Now I am the “old timer”. They are where I was 35 years ago.
The procession of the living goes on.
So I will be shutting off my brand new lap top computer this Tuesday (I don’t own a smart phone, am not on Twitter, Instagram or Facebook!) and leave the virtual world for an entire week. Life will be as it once was; I’m sure the net will survive without me for a week.
I will catch up on my reading and and with you when I return.
Best wishes to all of you this Thanksgiving Day!
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Happy Thanksgiving Frank!
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Thank you Roger. And to you and yours as well. Best regards.
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Enjoy your time away from the blog, Frank. Relish the food and drink, and the cigars.
‘For tomorrow, we die!’
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed we do Pete. Indeed we do. See you next week.
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See you
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You and your family have a wonderful week together, eat, laugh and enjoy every minute!
I no longer have any blood relatives, so I’ll leave the light on for you – Happy Thanksgiving!
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Happy Thanksgiving G.P. Best regards, Frank
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Have a wonderful time. I would definitely have seconds or thirds on that 4th course – love it! —CC
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I didn’t get this memo until now. I was beginning to wonder if anything might be wrong with you. Turns out I was right: your strung out on too much good food, drink and smoke — again. That’ll teach you. Now get back to work and write me something good.
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A poem, please.
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AUGUST 1, 2014 / DOUGSTUBER / EDIT
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Brandy barks at swooping swallows,
Life, lowered to one foot or so
In summer time is simple,
As the lure of tired dogs and clover
Greets only those who need to play.
Scampering down outside stairs
Past the skidding bicycle marks
To a tumbling fit of joy
Goes the only daily memory
Of a happiness once known.
Landing in a pile of limbs,
Which includes the golden hair
That shines of wetness on the
Back of Brandy, the player
Laughs at the summer sun.
How long will it be
Before the play begins again,
Before the youthful joy
Once known appears, before
The love, if ever, returns?
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