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The Serenity Garden (journal part II)

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275 posted 07-30-2004 06:31 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

Ethel's home...Now this is a very good day!
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276 posted 07-30-2004 09:12 AM       View Profile for Susan Caldwell   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Susan Caldwell

Raph~~

Your stories would be interesting to me!!

Here are the "bands" I have seen:

Pat Benatar
Def Leppard
Sugar Ray (this was an outside thing and I can't remember who else played)
Ani Difranco

That is it!!!! I have not lived...

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

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277 posted 07-30-2004 10:31 AM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Welcome home Ethel Mae!!

Karen - oh, my goodness, your dear friend, Scott. I was smiling and then tearing up reading your story. He must have been just thrilled to dangle and then land on stage with the great Alice!
   In an off-hand way it reminds me of a piano player friend of our parents. A frail, little man named Ferd Reddy .... Ferd,not Fred. No relation to Helen ... but then again who knows in the entertainment world?
   Anyway, back in the fifties it seemed any kind of act tantalized the crowds, a costumed rollerskating couple whose name maybe my sister can remember was one of them. They danced on their skates, flipped and twirled. But, the best trick was when "he" took hold of "her" by the wrists and started to spin. Round and round they whirled, her body straight out in the air while he bent at the knees steadied himself. All the while little Ferd - on the same stage - played the piano expertly - the moods of his selections matching the skating tricks being performed. It always went off beautifully.
  Always that is until this summer's eve at a small country town where the show was performed outside and the stage was wooden, open on all sides and at least 8 feet up in the air. Performing space was a little cramped,night bugs were plenty, but you did what you had to do to keep the people happy.
The audience applauded the skater's every dip and spin. Ferd's small head with hair stuck up in every direction bobbed with the beat of the songs he hammered out on the piano. The piano dangerously close to the rollerrink wonders! The female part of the act was now just a blur as she was being spun in a circle. The crowd cheered. Then it happened. BAM !! Her skates connected with the side of Ferd's head and he flew like a bowling pin right off of the stage!!!
  Good grief! My father in his magic tux and a country singer and a couple of jugglers ran around to the back of the stage. There on the ground lay Ferd. Dazed yes, bruised .. yup ... but like the old saying "The Show Must Go On", Dad and the others helped him up, brushed him off, and assisted him back to his beloved piano. Bravo Ferd! Bravo! He was such a sweet man. I wonder where he is now? The last time I saw Ferd, he was crawling around under a long dining table at a chinese restaurant searching for something. Ah, but that's another story.
   Sorry, ummm....I didn't go to Woodstock. Woodstock Ontario yes ... not the other. Hee hee....I feel really dumb all of sudden. So, I'll just say I love ya all.  
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278 posted 07-30-2004 10:48 AM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Chris..you have me laughing so hard my sides hurt..
I remember that incident so well!!  Too funny.

Speaking of people and object landing and falling off of stages..

I remember a great act, Joan Ross "Queen of the Australian Bullwhip!"  Also was a champion lasso spinner..the one who did the giant twenty foot spin and sliced all the palm trees off from the sides of the stage at Hotel London as she performed this amazing feat.  Audience members who were having there dinner at the time ended up with more than lettuce in their salads.

Which reminds me of...Slim, a unicycle and a monkey....but, then again, that's another story.  

I don't know any really really famous people..except maybe Tommy Hunter who is a famous country singer here in Canada.

I did go to see someone who had a hit record out in the early 60's.  Maybe Chris can remember his name.  (I'm having a senior moment)

And, Chris I know the Woodstock you're talking about too...and I'll bet Kit has been there as well.
It wasn't the real one...but...another story.

Welcome home Ethel!!

I love these stories...keep them comin'..
and most of all I love all of you!!  
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279 posted 07-30-2004 12:02 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Oh gleeeeee!!   Yes...it's all coming back to me....you and your fiance' at the time took me to Kenwick on the Lake here to see ummmm..umm..um...Bobby Vinton & Bryan Hyland !!!   I was just maybe eleven years old or twelve. Remember? "Roses are red my love, violets are blue-ooo-ooo." Then my coming- into- being hormones jumped for joy when cutiepatootie Bryan Hyland sang "Sealed with a Kiss." Sigh.
  Okay, now, let's let Serene One have her journal back. Thankyou Karen for bringing back such wonderful memories - all of you for that matter.  Stories pleaaaaase!  
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280 posted 07-30-2004 05:10 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

ahhhhhhhhhhh...

I was talking to a moth the other evening...

Funny, that's the opening line of my all time favorite poem and now I'm able to say that as an actuality.

But anyhoo, she and I were discussing the journal, and how I felt about others input.

The truth is, I adore others stories. It keeps things going for me. If this were all about me it would bore me to tears.

THEN I gave her a wish list of people I wished would participate more. Chrislane and Nancy Lee? Ya'll were at the top of my list and your stories just proved my point.

I exclaimed to Jan, "Who else do you know grew up with an actual dummy for a brother? Now that's writing material!"

and I just told my husband the story of Ferd too, and even tho he's vehemently anti-Pip, he laughed until tears fell.

So please, folks, keep 'em coming!

Also, tsk...there's some silent readers out there who have been tempted to tell their stories but don't feel like they are worthy (I know, because I get them in e mail) and I'd like to encourage those who feel too shy to just try it.

Even the smallest events can have signifigance and poignancy, and I thank you all for sharing with me, and others.

and now for that poem that I love...I've posted the link to it so many times I should know it by heart, but I don't.

sheesh.

I love you folks!
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281 posted 07-30-2004 05:14 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

and ta da! Here it is, my anthem:
http://www.donmarquis.com/readingroom/archybooks/moth.html

the lesson of the moth
By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927


i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

archy

*  *  *

I'm not sure if this violates any copyright thing, but it's all over the net in full, but if it's a prob, I can delete the poem and leave the link?

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282 posted 07-30-2004 05:42 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves


Thankyou withcywoman for posting this awesome write. I have never read it before. Geesh, I feel like I have missed out on so much learning. It's never too late though as they say.
  Thankyou also for wanting to hear more of my sister and my stories. They are true and probably that's what makes them funny. It feels so good to make other's smile. Huggin' you here. Chrislane
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283 posted 07-30-2004 06:07 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Karen, thank you for posting that poem..

And...for giving my sister and I the words we were hoping to here.  We both were a little afraid we were off base telling our true stories of life growing up in 'the business'.  It was a wild and unusual childhood to say the least, with plenty more stories where those came from...most of them complete with pictures.

I'm so pleased if we were able to make you smile a little wider, and laugh a little harder.  It's good to know the pain is behind you now.

I just wanted to say thank you again for this nook here in Serenity's Garden.

I may be back with pics.

Love ya lady!
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284 posted 07-30-2004 06:11 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Pics?

gleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

and I know I owe ya'll some, but believe it or not, I already rolled over the cord, so after a trip to Office Depot, I should be back in business.

mmmmmmmmmm...pics...

(serenity exits, rubbing her hands in anticipation)

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285 posted 07-30-2004 06:16 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

\

Chrislane and myself about 1955.
Gee..this pic is pretty big..
Think I'd better hold back on the monkey/unicycle/chili pics.

There...think I got it a bit smaller.
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286 posted 07-30-2004 06:20 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Now this is charming! Shaking my head here, how cute is that?

and yes, Keep 'em coming, but yes, I realize some people's pc SUCK (growling at my own right now) and pics can slow down the thread, but I think if we are careful of the size and space 'em out it should be fine, but Ronnie Baby could tell us more about that.

and if not, you know my e mail...

Thanks nance!
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287 posted 07-30-2004 06:29 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Uuugh! That dreaded penguin outfit! I mean... come on! Couldn't I have had a little fairy costume or something? I kept walking into things beak first!
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288 posted 07-30-2004 06:31 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

so cute...

I can just see that happening Chris!

ya'll make me so happy!
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289 posted 07-30-2004 06:39 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

That beak story reminded me of something, too.

I am not good at being a girly girl and it just annoys my eldest sister to no end, too.

Y'see? I have "good" hair, meaning it can be teased, gelled, and manipulated into doing just about anything. So one night I gave her free reign to put my hair in a "poof" as I was going to something rather formal that night.

Do you know I kept slamming my hair in the car door all night?

I'm just not good at that stuff...sigh.

sheesh

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ROTFL!!!  Slamming your hair in the car door!!

Gee...hair stories..I dyed Chris's hair green once.

That was back in the 60's when I used to iron mine. LOL!
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Bad hair stories! EEEEEK! Serenity...lol...big, hard hair can be dangerous.
As for my hair being green, it wasn't quite that bad. Well yes it was, but when Dad came to pick me up from Nancy Lee's, he told me to stop crying, that I looked quite abit like the cute, little, grey squirrel that lived in our tree out back! whaaaaaaa!!
   Then there was the time that I dyed my hair black, didn't like it, so bleached it out to blonde all in ONE day! Needless to say most of it fell out. Thank the Lord "pixie cuts" were in back then! Geesh.

  Oooh .... oooh ... ha ha haaaaaa.....that reminds me of an invention another magician friend of ours made in the 50's!! Remember Nancy Lee?  The bright, pink, rubber,(don't go there)bathing cap type thingy! LMAO.  My sister looked like The Creature From the Pink Lagoon! ha ha haaa.
  You were supposed to wear this contraption to bed and wake up with not a curl out of place. That's cause your hair was so flattened, it looked like it had been waxed to your head!! Oh, the memories. I can't laugh anymore tonight. I won't sleep.
  I remember our Mom - bless her heart - telling us that. "Quit laughing now, or you won't be able to sleep a wink."  Hmmmm...I wonder why laughter would keep you awake? Never could understand that one. I am rambling...bye ya'll.  
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292 posted 07-30-2004 07:44 PM       View Profile for Enchantress   Email Enchantress   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Enchantress

Ahahaaa!!!  Yes I remember it well.
But it wasn't rubber Chris..it was a hard pink plastic, not unlike a football helmet, and very very hard to sleep on.

This magician/inventor/friend meant well..but I was usually the one to try out his new 'inventions'.

Gawd..I need a kleenex to wipe the mascara off my cheeks.
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293 posted 07-30-2004 08:06 PM       View Profile for Nightshade   Email Nightshade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nightshade's Home Page   View IP for Nightshade

Why would you put mascara on your cheeks in the first place?
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294 posted 07-30-2004 08:56 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

grin...

now where is Martie???

and Raph, I know you have stories, lovie--FESS UP!

(and there are some I have told in private that shouldn't be repeated. I've family here yanno! and chuckle, as much as I love words that "bite" I hate when my own words bite me!) My groupie days are over.

and where is local Reb? He is a musician too and I'd love to hear some road stories...

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but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

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moth anthem........ yayayayayaya

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Hi, ya'll!  I just stopped in to catch up on all the stories......all the stories are wonderful.  I enjoy everybody here so much and am so grateful for the sharing that goes one.  

Ethel - Where ya been?  I had been missing you.  

Karen & Sunshine -- I have to admit 'tho I wear a facade of being outgoing, I think there really is a shyness underneath that and PIP is beginning to get me to unearth a bit.  Thanks to you two and Chris, Sharon, Nancy Lee, Susan and everybody else who I forgot to add.  You folks are all so real.  

Now, as for stories.......I've got one about Kenny Loggins ....

My ex-husband, Paul, and I were really big fans of L & M.  We went to every concert that came to Cincinnati.  Then they broke up and it was just Kenny.  Well, that was okay 'cuz he was the one I was nuts over anyway.  Paul admitted he was even jealous over my obsession with him....so, like Paul's usual response to jealously....if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?  So, now instead of one obsessing, there're two.  When Loggins split off to make his solo career, we were right there to watch it.  He came to Cincinnati and was booked to play at a place called, "Bogart's."  Like that name.....don't bogart that joint.... Bogart's is a dinner club with a stage for performers near University of Cincinnati....last I knew, it was still there, but that's been a while.  

We didn't have tickets for the concert....but there was still standing room only.  I would guess the club held maybe 300-500, not sure.  So, at 7 a.m. that Saturday morning, the morning of Kenny Loggins at Bogart's, Paul and I, dressed in our "cool" bell bottoms and baby shirts, got in the bug and drove 40 miles to Cinci.  

When we got there, of course, Bogart's (being a dinner club) was not open.  So, we walked around a bit, visited some of the artsie college shops.  My favorite was the righteous jeans store.  Some clever college kid had started it by buying used blue jeans for a buck or two and re-designing them into "farout" righteous jeans, selling them for a small fortune.  After the "killing-time, sight-seeing" tour, we got some burgers and went back to keep our vigil for the "standing room only line" so we could be first.  

On about 4:00, this really cool guy with really curly hair (kind of like an Afro) walked by and someone from Bogart's opened the door and he walked in.  Whew, so tired of just waiting, thank goodness the restaurant is open....yeah.  So we went to the door, but it didn't open; locked again.  Paul and I went back to the nice wooden bench at the bus stop near the club/restaurant and sat down, prepared to wait a little more.  It was one of the few times I remember really enjoying his company.  He was like a kid anticipating his birthday cake.  Everybody that went by, he'd say, "I think that might be the band....do you think that he's with the band....????"  I couldn't believe him; Kenny was my obsession, not his....or so I had thought.  

5:00 p.m. now, Bogart's double doors open again and out walks this curly headed guy.  He comes over and sits down by us.  Strikes up a right fine conversation, too.  Eventually, we admit we've been there since early morning waiting to get in to see Loggins and his band.  He winks at me and say, "don't worry....I know someone who can get you in."  He told us to wait right where we were and he'd be back in about an hour.  After he left, Paul and I just thought he was a really nice, kinda crazy hippie.  Another half hour or so passes, our butts are tired...we stand, we walk, we sit....and then, three guys walk by carrying instruments.  Paul turns and in an obvious, indiscret way whispers very loudly, "I think that him, I think that's Kenny Loggins!" just like a kid, yep.  I said that I didn't think that was him.  Well, maybe.  Paul's voice gets louder, louder...and the three guys walking by start chuckling as they passed through Bogart's double doors.  Ah-hah, now the doors are open.  

Paul's hungry.  He wants dinner and there's plenty of time to indulge in a great steak, wine, cheese....blah, blah, blah.  He wants to go in.  I want to stay and wait to get in line.  Besides we told this George guy that we would wait like he asked.  I won the argument.  George returns.  Slides over to me where we are sitting on the bench and speaks quietly circling our attention 'round his gentleness.  

George turned out to be George Hawkins, ones of the best bass players I'd ever seen!  Yep, he was Kenny's bass player.  He gave me a hug, shook Paul's hand, and as he departed into Bogart's said, "I've got it all fixed.  You don't have to wait in line; go have a good time until it's concert time; you don't have to be first in line; don't worry about that.  When you get to the doorman, just tell him, that you are Paul and Jo and that George had talked to you about us."  Exit George, again.

Okay, so now we are really flipping out. We are the definition of giddy, silly kids.   We walk around a little more and then decide we're going to get something to eat.  So, into Bogart's we go.  Ummmm, steak......ummmmm wine.  Across our booth were several tables and there were some guys sitting there eating.  Paul, again, whispers VERY LOUDLY, "I think that's the band, I think that's the rest of the band!"   This time, one of these guys turned around and said, "yes, it is."  Blush red.  Blush, blush.  He then got up and came over to us.  Well, since I hadn't my glasses on because I wanted to look COOL, I hadn't realized that this particular guy, this one was, indeed, Kenny Loggins himself.  Well, I was in 7th heaven and so was Paul.  Kenny sat down and we had a great conversation.  We talked music a little (as at that time I was a musician, too, but mostly classical; we talked song lyrics and Paul told him I wrote poetry.  He told me that he'd like me to put some of my songs on a tape and hear them, as well as hear my poetry.  NOW THIS WAS TOO UNBELIEVABLE -- what a teenie boopper I was...hehehe.  In reality, he seemed to be a really modest, shy person and didn't stay very long.  He and his crew, all but George, disappeared. George stayed with us and we shared dinner.  What a great nite!  

When it was time that the line out front might start forming, we went out and did what George said, trusting we would get in.  But we were so elated from the experience, I think we would have been fine if we hadn't.  It turned out that the doorman did remember Paul and Jo.  Not only did we get into the concert -- you got it -- we ended up in the first row as guests of the band.  

George, I found out a few years later became the bass player for Fleetwood Mac (another of my favorite, many favorite bands).  

There's another chapter to this story but not tonight.

This was One Great Memory and I want to thank you guys for pulling it out of me.   to all and Peace!
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Karen, I forgot to thank you for the link and the wonderful poem drawing me there.  
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Jo? "yer 'alright'!" and I love Kenny too! click click click thinking:

Yep. Saw him too, solo tho, at my beloved Saenger Theater in..oh forget the year.

(sheesh)



Now I've got a dozen memories bouncing around my head, and I happen to be sitting here with two of the biggest groupies ever.

I call them stalkers, but they refer to themselves as fans who happen to collect autographs and memorabilia.

Most folks we've met have been just that--folks. It still amazes me how gracious the majority of these folks are too--considering I am rather a private nobody m'self, and I don't tolerate unnannounced company very well.

(Maybe it helps that most we meet up with these days are now on the casino circuit? and I know, I know, I don't think "nice" at times, huh?)


Which reminds me...this Sunday is my second wedding anniversary. Our engagement was announced at just such a casino show.

The Shirelles were playing in one of those golden oldie revues, and my husband & I attended and had a good ole time during the first set. They hadn't yet played their memorable hit, and I had this idea.

I wanted to surprise the fiance' with a song dedication so I slipped through the barricades and asked security to bring them a note.

I didn't have to wait long when I was escorted onto the bus to talk to Shirley Ashton Reeves.

"You're the one getting married soon?"

"Yep."

"You're just now getting married after 'going steady' for 26 years?"

"I didn't wanna rush into anything."

I grinned.

"Our daughter will be the maid of honor and our son is 'best man'!" I laughed.

She was shaking her head in disbelief.

"This is just too good to pass up..."

She then told me not to worry about a thing, she'd take care of the details.

I returned to my seat then, trying not to grin too wide, and hoping that my husband would at least hear the dedication, as he's hard of hearing from years of leaning on amps as a "roadie."

We enjoyed the remainder of the show, and I kept my secret until it came time for her to close the show with the hit that the crowd had come to hear--"Going to the Chapel".

Then I heard our names--much to my shock (and dismay) we were being summoned to the stage to dance!

Now as I've said before, I'm fairly shy in social situations, so it took about five minutes for them to convince me to stand up, much less make that loooooonnnnnng trek through the crowd, and UP the stairs. (She was explaining our lengthy engagement as this was going on.)

Now, I was wearing one of my long hippy-type skirts and I feared one of my famous moments of klutz, so I gathered up the hem and bravely stepped up to dance.

I was so embarrassed, but I got through it alright I suppose. But I was grateful when the song was over, and I curtsied and my fiance' bowed, and we thanked Shirley and the band for their graciousness.

As we returned to our seats, I overheard a guy who looked at us with suspicion:

"That was set up!" he sniffed.

sigh

yeah bud, I planned it just that way for 26 years...


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  What a great memory and story, Karen!  26 years....you do have fortitude or else it's loooovve!  I love that song....as a matter of fact I love all their songs.  

I just finished my big deadline...haven't spent much time here the last few days.  Tonight, I'm trying to do some catch up.  I had a real good journey through this garden tonight.  Sure am glad it's here.  
 
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