We continue to regret your experiences surrounding your dastardly malady and all current treatments and procedures you're valiantly enduring. I'm doing my very best to will it all away for you, my dear brother.
In some small way though, and as a newly minted octogenarian and diabetic, I understand one of your symptoms. I too yen for the grub and swill that help propel us into our unknown, albeit responsible, futures. Appetite, taste and yearning are no longer readily available.
Thanks muchly for your wonderfully descriptive travelogues. Your energy, pros and descriptions are world class. We remain humbled to be in your life. Love of the day to you, Quis.
When you are ready, we will go for the eggs, cheddar cheese, bacon, grits, biscuits with a side of gravy and of course the Great Red Sauce with a side of chicory coffee.
I really enjoyed this piece! Referencing a drunken visit to a diner on the morning after echoing from days gone by was an excellent segue into the issues of the now. One question, though -- why no peppers. I can understand the desire to refrain from green peppers but, those sweet, firm red peppers demand appreciation.
Your writing continues and your current turmoil provides a fertile field. Oh, that the cost of this inspiration wasn't the ravishment of your body -- at least your resiliency remains.
Be strong, Nephew but not so strong so as to deny authenticity.
We continue to regret your experiences surrounding your dastardly malady and all current treatments and procedures you're valiantly enduring. I'm doing my very best to will it all away for you, my dear brother.
In some small way though, and as a newly minted octogenarian and diabetic, I understand one of your symptoms. I too yen for the grub and swill that help propel us into our unknown, albeit responsible, futures. Appetite, taste and yearning are no longer readily available.
Thanks muchly for your wonderfully descriptive travelogues. Your energy, pros and descriptions are world class. We remain humbled to be in your life. Love of the day to you, Quis.
When you are ready, we will go for the eggs, cheddar cheese, bacon, grits, biscuits with a side of gravy and of course the Great Red Sauce with a side of chicory coffee.
Very poetic. Still rooting for you, Chris.
Jangus--
I really enjoyed this piece! Referencing a drunken visit to a diner on the morning after echoing from days gone by was an excellent segue into the issues of the now. One question, though -- why no peppers. I can understand the desire to refrain from green peppers but, those sweet, firm red peppers demand appreciation.
Your writing continues and your current turmoil provides a fertile field. Oh, that the cost of this inspiration wasn't the ravishment of your body -- at least your resiliency remains.
Be strong, Nephew but not so strong so as to deny authenticity.
--Odin
You're such an amazing writer. Stay strong, Chris