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Thanks For The Memories Monday, Jul. 28, 2003 - 7:18 a.m. Okay. The activities of this last weekend have made me feel like my soul was pushed down a flight of stairs. I feel tired and bruised and so emotionally overextended it's not even funny. But a new week beckons... and I think it will be a whole lot better than Saturday and Sunday were, because... wait a minute, breaking news... --- Well, shit. There I was trying to tune up and be all optimistic, and I see here on CNN that Bob Hope has died -- apparently for real this time. Sigh.... Deep peace on the running wave to you, Bob. And well...what on earth else could I possbly post here, except -- Thanks for the memories. --- Today, John has to return to the fang carpenter and get one of his teeth worked on; it's an existing cavity that's been filled which needs to be re-filled, and unfortunately, John is one of those white-knucklers that is extremely sensitive to pain. My mother was that way; every time she had to get a drip and count backward from a hundred, the dentist would hear her say "...three ... two ...one. Okay, NOW what?" So, today, John is getting his fangs fixed, and the only two places that will touch the chair are his ankles and the back of his head. Good luck, sweetie. We'll eat squishy stuff tonight. --- And now, a birthday wish for Jamie. As I wrote to your mom in her Mother's Day card, you fit Ralph Waldo Emerson's definition of success: "To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children ... to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived." On this, your 33rd birthday, I want you to see all that you have achieved, and know that I am proud to call you friend. We do have our moments, though. Sometimes we each do things that the other worries about. Sometimes we get upset. And sometimes we cry for each other. Due to the fact that there is an almost invisible line which divides love and anger, when our emotions run strong, we sometimes deal with each other with all of the sweetness and patience of a pair of scalded apes. I guess that's just the way things will be with us. But most of the time, as friends, we're pretty damned good. You are indelibly etched on my life and times, Jamie. Don't you ever doubt that. And so, on the occasion of the anniversary of your arrival into this incarnation, I have these wishes for you. I wish you peace. I wish you strength. I wish everybody who ever meets you could see who I see. Most of all, I wish you knowledge of your real self. Happy birthday, my friend. May you have many more. PS -- Your birthday card is hideously late, but it's out the door as of later this morning.:) ---
John ---
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