@foxfier Well, hi there! Long time no see!

Anyone else notice that Trump is absolutely incapable of setting aside a grudge, Megan Fox, gold star mothers, babies, anybody else's wife (that he has decided not to seduce at that particular moment. He's making Hillary serving as Bill's bimbo eruption inquisitor seem fair and balanced.

@titustechera Love your comments. You should write a book of your observations, a sort of 21st century de Toqueville. Elizabeth

@dickfrombrooklyn I'm so confused. I don't see any way to make a reply to the original post so I'm just putting graffiti on your wall, instead. Yes! I had to check my show schedule - I'm doing a play festival this month - but our last performance is the 24th so I should be free on the 26th.

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@jodywilson Welcome dear son!!! :)

@docjay I read Seawriter's post "Earth: The Land" and started poking around Kipling. I remembered that he is locally known for having visited and fished the Clackamas River. I discovered that he wrote it up in his travel book "Sea to Sea". Out of copyright so available on the web. http://telelib.com/authors/K/KiplingRudyard/prose/FromSeaToSea/seatosea_XXVII.html Enjoy.

@mikeh Well done on that article.

@davecarter Hey Dave! Hope you and your lovely bride are doing well. We have been building one of only 2 Catholic Cathedrals in the country and the diocese has been producing some pretty cool videos about their project. Since you are a fairly recently minted "Papist" (I kid, I kid!!) I thought you might get a kick out of it so I'm sending you a link. https://vimeo.com/213844675

Upon the news that Washington state passed a bill to allow the composting of human remains (https://tinyurl.com/y5b93hq2) this poem came to mind: Reincarnation, by Wally McRae "What does Reincarnation mean?" A cowpoke asked his friend. His pal replied, "It happens when Yer life has reached its end. They comb yer hair, and warsh yer neck, And clean yer fingernails, And lay you in a padded box Away from life’s travails." "The box and you goes in a hole, That’s been dug into the ground. Reincarnation starts in when Yore planted ‘neath a mound. Them clods melt down, just like yer box, And you who is inside. And then yore just beginnin’ on Yer transformation ride." "In a while, the grass’ll grow Upon yer rendered mound. Till some day on yer moldered grave A lonely flower is found. And say a hoss should wander by And graze upon this flower That once wuz you, but now’s become Yer vegetative bower." "The posy that the hoss done ate Up, with his other feed, Makes bone, and fat, and muscle Essential to the steed, But some is left that he can’t use And so it passes through, And finally lays upon the ground This thing, that once wuz you." "Then say, by chance, I wanders by And sees this upon the ground, And I ponders, and I wonders at, This object that I found. I thinks of reincarnation, Of life and death, and such, And come away concludin’: Slim, You ain’t changed, all that much." McRae lives in Rosebud, Montana. After Baxter Black is probably America's best know cowboy poet.