…this ol’ Jurassic’s been around long enuff to believe in the truism that plenty of us can have hundreds of acquaintances, maybe even more for the ultra-gregarious among us… but few in our midst have more than a handful or two of enduring friendships … the kind of bonding unblemished by the distance of extended time or geography… the instant-plug-in-where-yeez-left-off-last time-yeez-met sort of deal… the sort yeez can count on when the rest of the world goes to hell in a hand-basket, and yeez look for sumb’dy to stand beside yeez in the metaphorical trenches with imaginary bullets whistling past yer ears… I’ve been blessed with more than my fair share of such pals… some have already moved on to the Big-School-Playground-In-The-Sky… others, happily, still flirt around on this planet… now, here’s the strange thing… maybe it’s because a modicum of common sense has crept into what’s left…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 