My pal Tim Hayes died Sunday, although the next day he visited me and guided my pen as I attempted to celebrate his delightful spirit. He knows about such inspiration, having authored a couple of enjoyable books related to the sign on his truck that reads: “Hayes is for Horses.”
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This may be an essay that takes a long time to complete. It’s not just about the delightfully oddball things that occurred yesterday, the day Lissa and I officially set off from Vermont to Santa Fe, it’s also about the beautiful goodbyes that punctuate the wondrous maturing that I have been blessed to experience since
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When my beloved and I first became sweethearts nearly a half-century ago, our only piece of art was a poster of hers that read: A friend is someone who leaves you with all your freedom intact, Â but who, by what he thinks of you, obliges you to be fully what you are. ~ J. L’Heureux.
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