Oh Bill, I have been loving your postings and my interest in MG has been rekindled! Thanks for this. You are and have been one of my favorite writers. What will I do after August 11? Please tell me there will be something else on the horizon in the not too distant future!!
All the best! I admire your persistence at the grocery store, not easy.
Your monologue of the unhappy substitute barber is a cameo of comic genius. Also warmly rich in understanding and compassion. This is why I read you, Bill. Such heart, even on a crappy day! Dross to filaments of gold.
(I love the hundred questions, too, and am imagining Veda’s voice exploring them.)
1. Why couldn’t I have been born on August 11? Was it too much to ask Mommy and Daddy to restrain themselves so that I could have joined the elite? Who cares about July 12 - the date of my nativity - except, perhaps William of Orange?
2. What will I do without my morning Bill Richardson fix? How will I drag myself out of bed? Will the day have any meaning?
3. Oh, Slim - may I call you that? - what will you do now? Yes, indeed, someone should whisk you away to some enchanted isle to recharge your batteries. A plug-in hybrid - that’s you!
Oh Bill, I have been loving your postings and my interest in MG has been rekindled! Thanks for this. You are and have been one of my favorite writers. What will I do after August 11? Please tell me there will be something else on the horizon in the not too distant future!!
All the best! I admire your persistence at the grocery store, not easy.
Three more questions:
1. After the 11th will someone whisk you away for some well-deserved recovery time?
2. Do you know how much we've enjoyed laughing/snorting/sniffling with you these past months?
3. Did I just forget my last question?
What about three o'clock in the morning, indeed.
Really, really wonderful, Bill. Thank you.
Your monologue of the unhappy substitute barber is a cameo of comic genius. Also warmly rich in understanding and compassion. This is why I read you, Bill. Such heart, even on a crappy day! Dross to filaments of gold.
(I love the hundred questions, too, and am imagining Veda’s voice exploring them.)
Wonderful Bill. Thank you
More questions:
1. Why couldn’t I have been born on August 11? Was it too much to ask Mommy and Daddy to restrain themselves so that I could have joined the elite? Who cares about July 12 - the date of my nativity - except, perhaps William of Orange?
2. What will I do without my morning Bill Richardson fix? How will I drag myself out of bed? Will the day have any meaning?
3. Oh, Slim - may I call you that? - what will you do now? Yes, indeed, someone should whisk you away to some enchanted isle to recharge your batteries. A plug-in hybrid - that’s you!