And of course, I can't stop myself from completing that Kerouac quote:
"...and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old."
Because, of course, that speaks to that talent you have (and I often have, too) of "Sensing goodbye ahead of time" ... of being gone one way or another, as in:
"...bent to it again, gone!"
Well, another lovely piece, except I do enjoy "forgettable decisions made upon the delusions of Italian wine." They're my favorite!
Beautifully written!
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And of course, I can't stop myself from completing that Kerouac quote:
"...and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old."
Because, of course, that speaks to that talent you have (and I often have, too) of "Sensing goodbye ahead of time" ... of being gone one way or another, as in:
"...bent to it again, gone!"
Well, another lovely piece, except I do enjoy "forgettable decisions made upon the delusions of Italian wine." They're my favorite!
Ha. Yes. Where to stop with that quote!!!!! Thanks. That wine sentence came from out of the blue.
Reflective, we get more reflective as we age. Reminds of the song by the Marmalades, Reflections of my life.
I’ll listen to it. Curious if I’ll recall it. Thanks for your comment.
I bet you will, you quoted Neil Young. Same era.
Oh yeah. I know that one. Forgot the group name.
Steve, this is good. I want more. Thanks, Ethel
Super. I’m sure I’ll return to this topic sometime.
A very moving personal commentary.
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Thanks for the mention. And the image of Paul Desmond surfing waves breaking on your temples. I like this writing.
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Another beautiful post. Thanks for the mention!