Three years

W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water’s roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool’s triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best labourer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind?

Three years. Feels like forever ago but hurts like it was yesterday.

I spent 4 months in SoCal late last year and I could have driven down to Sandy Eggo to visit you...but you're not there. Not really. I think it would have made me sadder. And I try to avoid things that make me sadder. I keep hoping your blog will be back up one day soon. I am pretty sure I've read all of your posts but to be able to go back through and read them again would put a smile on my face. In that, I know I am not alone.

You are missed.


- hfs


Glenn Mark Cassel said...

I know

Ron Snyder said...

He is missed every day. I had a Guinness and Jameson's for lunch (then two great Coney Dogs), and another round when I got home.

virgil xenophon said...


Lex's blog is on the wayback machine@ https//web.archive.org/web/20120319000918/http//www.neptunuslex.com/

h/t Old Af Sarge

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