Solidarité

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Another Year Older and Deeper...

This blog turns ten years old today. That’s 65 in blog years.

Seems like only yesterday, I was stealing from Dickens and writing, “Chapter One: I am born...” and wondering if I’d manage to keep this thing going for any length of time.

It hasn’t always been easy. I’ve seen the old curmudgeon pass from his looka-me toddler days through a few smart-alecky, adolescent years before treading the flood waters of life during and immediately after Hurricane Katrina only to climb out onto the boards of the New Orleans theatre scene. Growing up. Growing old.

The thoughts expressed have been as inconsistent as the old bear himself: sometimes funny; sometimes sad, righteous, or despairing; now and then crotchety; but ever with the hope that his words possessed some kernel of a truth worth passing on—and terribly concerned that he didn’t overstay his welcome whenever he happened to knock on your door for a short visit every now and then. I hope I haven’t imposed.

Excuse me now, while I roll over for a little more shut-eye. I seem to need my rest nowadays a bit more than I did before.

G’night. I’ll see you later.

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A Toast

To past sorrows and sad endings, a final goodbye;

now, on to hope and new beginnings.

Happy New Year!

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