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  1. HowieL commented on Nick and Zuzu about 1 month ago

    When she said she’d get rid of the helicopter, I had no idea…

  2. HowieL commented on Lost Side of Suburbia about 1 month ago

    I also discovered Bierce and Robert Service as a kid, and never forgot them. I think you’ll enjoy this by Ogden Nash: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tale-of-the-thirteenth-floor/

  3. HowieL commented on Pearls Before Swine about 1 month ago

    Orthodontists? Pshaw! Periodontists, in your face.

  4. HowieL commented on Lost Side of Suburbia 2 months ago

    …you just never know…

  5. HowieL commented on Lost Side of Suburbia 2 months ago

    Doors close, doors open. Thanks Kory. We’ll leave a light on for ya.

  6. HowieL commented on Lost Side of Suburbia 3 months ago

    If it tries to sell you insurance, it’s gekkoplasm.

  7. HowieL commented on Lost Side of Suburbia 4 months ago

    Thanks, Kory. With a week until solstice, I look forward to the brightening of the day.

  8. HowieL commented on Lost Side of Suburbia 5 months ago

    For better formatted lyrics of the above, complete with the last line, just go to
    http://michaelpetersmith.com/lyrics/crazy-mary.shtml

  9. HowieL commented on Lost Side of Suburbia 5 months ago

    Talking about the Mushpits and the chasms we experience between the young and the old in so many ways reminds me of one of my favorite songs by Michael Smith called Crazy Mary:

    In the lamplight burning low
    And dimly thru enchanted woods
    She rocked beside the fire
    That was never lit
    And as we ran on by
    Pretending to be frightened
    We would shout and laugh at Crazy Mary

    Crazy Mary from Londonderry
    Lives next door to the cemetery
    How many lovers have you buried
    We would shout running scared
    Across the green and golden paths
    That led us home
    Away from Crazy Mary

    She would never answer us
    Just smile thru the window softly
    Wild-eyed and wild-haired
    But we were sure that in the dark of night
    She cursed us soundly
    Casting spells and stuff
    To turn us into donkeys

    So they went the summer years
    Each one more fleeting than the last one
    Rushing down the green and golden paths
    And soon the woods were not enchanted any more
    For we had grown
    And we’d forgotten Crazy Mary

    So it comes that older now
    We stand upon this windswept moor
    The lonely stone before us testifies
    That Crazy Mary rocks and smiles
    And dreams her dreams somewhere
    But not where little kids can follow after

    And on the stone these words: dear friend
    Please write me down as one who loved
    The raven-haired and laughing lads
    Who swore that they would marry me
    But soon their sons came running by
    And here I lie forgotten, Crazy Mary

    In the lamplight burning low
    And dimly thru enchanted woods
    We think about the sins that we commit
    Along the green and golden paths of growing up
    We light the fire
    And say a prayer for Crazy Mary

    Crazy Mary from Londonderry
    Lives next door to the cemetery

  10. HowieL commented on Ink Pen 6 months ago

    There are good meads, bad meads, and flavored meads. Taste wisely!