Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
Yorkshire Pudding, I was never a sixties hippy and never dabbled! I was the squarest of the square, fifties, pre-Elvis even...by the sixties I was a church pianist, a father of three. Still, I am very cool.
I likeit, I like it! Though I haven't got a pipe and don't smoke...
ReplyDeleteRobert - the selection may indicate that you also dabbled with acid when you were a sixties hippy!
ReplyDeletejinksy, I was speaking figuratively.
ReplyDeleteYorkshire Pudding, I was never a sixties hippy and never dabbled! I was the squarest of the square, fifties, pre-Elvis even...by the sixties I was a church pianist, a father of three. Still, I am very cool.
The clip ended before the end of the poem, my beamish boy!
ReplyDeleteA delightful start to my day. Thanks.
Pat, mine didn't [end before the end of the poem]...do other strange things happen in Arkansas?
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasure! Frabjous! Thank you Robert.
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