Sunday, October 02, 2005
This hurts...
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By the way, it's D'Iberville, if you care.
Anonymous,
Actually, I do care, a lot. There are at least three acceptable spellings of the name; I specifically chose one of them, de Iberville, for aesthetic reasons of personal choice. We "gatekeepers" of the language get to do that; it's one of the great pleasures of being a writer.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. Perhaps you might identify yourself the next time.
Joseph
I drove by your house every day for the past 3 weeks.
Bless you all who lost so much in that area.You are a strong group of people, resilient strength, and wonderful attitude.
Sue
Joe,
I drove by your old house on the beach many times after Katrina. Had lot's of memories of the "old times" in O.S.. I'm so sorry about the house, but more to hear of your Mothers passing. She was a great lady, often got on your nerves, not mine, or your other friends, but you always seemed to smile about it, and joke and cut-up about it later. I often think about all the times we all had while growing up in O.S., of course you lived there most of you young life, and I in my later life, and still now. Thing's change, but deep inside people are the same. You're the same guy I've always known, from the time we were actors in the Senior Play until now, were older, but cut out of the same material we've always been. You take care of yourself. Maybe one of these days we can sit down, not as strangers, but sit down just like we used to over a cold beer, and talk about the old times, and cry a few tears, and laugh until our sides hurt, just like old times. Take care my brother.
Your old friend,
Mike Miller
Joe,
I drove by your old house on the beach many times after Katrina. Had lot's of memories of the "old times" in O.S.. I'm so sorry about the house, but more to hear of your Mothers passing. She was a great lady, often got on your nerves, not mine, or your other friends, but you always seemed to smile about it, and joke and cut-up about it later. I often think about all the times we all had while growing up in O.S., of course you lived there most of you young life, and I in my later life, and still now. Thing's change, but deep inside people are the same. You're the same guy I've always known, from the time we were actors in the Senior Play until now, were older, but cut out of the same material we've always been. You take care of yourself. Maybe one of these days we can sit down, not as strangers, but sit down just like we used to over a cold beer, and talk about the old times, and cry a few tears, and laugh until our sides hurt, just like old times. Take care my brother.
Your old friend,
Mike Miller
Joe,
I drove by your old house on the beach many times after Katrina. Had lot's of memories of the "old times" in O.S.. I'm so sorry about the house, but more to hear of your Mothers passing. She was a great lady, often got on your nerves, not mine, or your other friends, but you always seemed to smile about it, and joke and cut-up about it later. I often think about all the times we all had while growing up in O.S., of course you lived there most of you young life, and I in my later life, and still now. Thing's change, but deep inside people are the same. You're the same guy I've always known, from the time we were actors in the Senior Play until now, were older, but cut out of the same material we've always been. You take care of yourself. Maybe one of these days we can sit down, not as strangers, but sit down just like we used to over a cold beer, and talk about the old times, and cry a few tears, and laugh until our sides hurt, just like old times. Take care my brother.
Your old friend,
Mike Miller
Joe,
I drove by your old house on the beach many times after Katrina. Had lot's of memories of the "old times" in O.S.. I'm so sorry about the house, but more to hear of your Mothers passing. She was a great lady, often got on your nerves, not mine, or your other friends, but you always seemed to smile about it, and joke and cut-up about it later. I often think about all the times we all had while growing up in O.S., of course you lived there most of you young life, and I in my later life, and still now. Thing's change, but deep inside people are the same. You're the same guy I've always known, from the time we were actors in the Senior Play until now, were older, but cut out of the same material we've always been. You take care of yourself. Maybe one of these days we can sit down, not as strangers, but sit down just like we used to over a cold beer, and talk about the old times, and cry a few tears, and laugh until our sides hurt, just like old times. Take care my brother.
Your old friend,
Mike Miller
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