or daze...i guess i erased the post (i hope not only a b-c post, for if it
was, this will make even less sense) that by setting my first initial, d,
before my new moniker, o'bro, discovered what kind of an instrument i was.
It was so appropriate! i love bluegrass. O dobro, th'art my aeolian harp.
or however spelt. reckon that has to be Uh, dobro, these years.
but now, listmates, i am off to try to catch up on my sheep in british
columbia, where folk still say Eh, and sometimes, Fucken A. i will miss
you all. sing a verse of Uh, canada for me, will you?
later . . .
mr o'bro
as a p s, heres an update from woo-woo california :
My friend just had an article he wrote for some yoga journal edited....he
had written that he was in despair until he discovered yoga....he was told
by his editor, We dont use the word despair.You werent in despair, you were
looking for meaning.....
he and i have come up with these (and other) formulations :
I was looking for meaning, so i jumped off the GG bridge....I was looking
for meaning, so I gunned down a bunch of strangers in a
macdonalds....Looking for meaning, i throttled my editor.....looking for
meaning, i rolled up in a ball inside a closet dont bother looking for
me....
so california is alive and well, though constantly looking for meaning
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
|