Where is Everybody?

Since it seems that I am the only one not out partying and "indulging in the lusts of the flesh as if it were your birthright," as the fundies would say, you all have unwittingly left me an opening to bore you with a personal account.

I drove up to my hometown today to attend a social function, with my Mom as one of the hosts. The hosts were a group of folks that are all over seventy eight years old. The theme was a Hawaiian Luau. It was held in a beautiful outdoor setting.

Number one daughter and number one grandson pulled up and I walked over to greet them, Lisa hands me an index card, and written on it is this:

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
---Blake

I knew exactly what this meant just seeing it, not even having to re-read it for the ten thousandth time, and I looked at her, she's smiling and says, "I think you got it right, Dad."

And I stood there, in the sun, regaled in my festive shirt, with tears streaming down my face. /d