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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   Another day passes in the life of phone booth hell.
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   Ooh, I have my own comment zone at 2 Cows & a Chicken. I can comment to myself and make all sort of comments and it doesn’t mean an iota to anyone. Maybe it would be a happier world in social media land if everyone had their own exclusive comment zone and nobody knew.
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   Coming up next: What I ate for breakfast and what I’m planning for lunch.
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   Well there they are in the flying phone booth. Where shall they land?
   I am about to eat a peanut butter sandwich on cheap wholewheat bread.
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   Here is a poem that means something to me as a father. There is a bit of concern. Is this a bit much to place in the mind of my daughter?

   For My Daughter

   David Ignatow

   When I die choose a star
   and name it after me
   that you may know
   I have not abandoned
   or forgotten you.
   You were such a star to me,
   following you through birth
   and childhood, my hand
   in your hand.

   When I die
   choose a star and name it
   after me so that I may shine
   down on you, until you join
   me in darkness and silence
   together.
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   Here’s another favorite:

   The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
   The first, that it flies to the highest point;
   The second, that it does not suffer for company, not even of its own kind;
   The third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
   The fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
   The fifth, that it sings very softly.

   —San Juan de la Cruz
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   How about this? It is disturbing.
   In The Desert
   In the desert
   I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
   Who, squatting upon the ground,
   Held his heart in his hands,
   And ate of it.
   I said: “Is it good, friend?”
   “It is bitter-bitter,” he answered;
   "But I like it
   Because it is bitter,
   And because it is my heart.
   — Stephen Crane
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   The cattle and the chicken are still rolling along. In the meantime, here is something else.
   This is the story of Cousin Vic:

   Some years ago my cousin Vic, a butcher in a New York suburb, spent a week on a cruise ship sailing out of New York Harbor for the Caribbean. He had saved up for years to take his wife for their 25th anniversary, and he knew this was to be a trip of a lifetime.

   After being out at sea for two days, he and his wife were on deck one night taking in the warm salt air and the full moon. That night, he had been leaning at the rail when he lost his eyeglasses overboard. Because he had brought another pair, it didn’t dampen the trip. He never gave it another thought.

   When he got back home to New York, he replaced the glasses. It certainly was a trip to remember, lost glasses not withstanding.

   About a month later he was in his butcher shop when he cut into a large fish to fillet it for a customer. Then, he struck something hard…

   It was his thumb.
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   Trickle Down said, 3 months ago

   It has been pleasant having my own comment strip for the day but now I must perform actual work. Bless you all.
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