The March chill makes my hands stiff, the sky is grey, but the coffee is hot and somehow makes the morning a good place to be. As I wrapped my hands around the warmth I found myself absentmindedly rubbing my fingers over the words carved into the Van Briggle cup. I looked down and thought about the names. It took me back a long way, to a time when I was much younger. Duane was one of my favorite uncles who has been gone for over 12 years, but each time I drink out of his cup, his contagious laugh is right there with me and my morning coffee. It's nice to hear.
This is great Dad! I will enjoy looking at your blog each day and while I don't find myself with a lot of extra spare time I will make sure to find a few minutes each day to look at your blog as it will give me something to smile about as it did today :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat start Glen,I look forward to more.
ReplyDeleteI will be tuned in everyday. A great little island in my day of rough sea's. I can't wait to see more.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great idea! When did you become such a master of the written word? You amaze me sometimes and I am even in awe of you, but then I remember some of our arguments and realize you are actually wrong most of the time.
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I will be waiting for tomorrow's blog, though.
I haven't seen any new pictures lately??
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