The cover to my friend's forthcoming graphic novel. I'd post it here but can't. Just going to print next week.
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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.
--William Shakespeare
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Books.
In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.
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In my past. My childhood.
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I don't need any help in that department. My goal is to find ways NOT to be busy.
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England. I'm not sure why, really. Perhaps it is because it is the place where fairy tales of my childhood originated. The English landscape is permeated with legend. I have never been to England, but I yearn to go there. It is a feeling akin to homesickness. Note: I believe that my ancestors originated in England, but I don't think that is the reason. Could be, though. Perhaps some ancestral pull to the homeland. I have always felt this way about England for as long as I can remember and it gets stronger the older I get.
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I don't think I have ever felt "old," although I do sometimes miss my unfettered youth. By and large, I look forward to my "Golden Years," although I am not an any particular hurry to get there.
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I believed that things would always go on as they were. That my parents would always be together and that I would always be free to do the things I wanted most to do.
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Memories of a glorious weekend. Saturday I played golf with both my sons and my father, something that had never happened before. This was a rich family experience in and of itself, but in addition, I played the best golf of my life. I am still awed at some of the shots I actually made. My youngest son (age 10), also shot his personal best. The 91 degree weather was tempered by a light breeze, so nobody seemed to be bothered by the heat.
Sunday afternoon, my son and I harvested our over-abundant habanero plants and made home-made hot sauce and a huge bowl of habanero-garlic salsa, which we plan on enjoying and distributing to friends. So today is another Monday, but I still have the glow from the weekend.
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December 2008 
Umbratikus
