What's leftover?
What's leftover are thoughts of friends who have "transcended"
this lifetime- but have left behind everlasting words: Joe Manuel's booming voice as he chided me (which he did often) "... don't sweat the small stuff and make it bigger stuff"; a memory of Mary Branham's red hair, silver jewels, black suit and mischievous laughter as she walked away from me and her Mexican friend, Rico (at a famous Mexican ruin)saying, "...I've already done it once, but if you want to climb up 'The Moon'- go right ahead!"; Momma's threats to us when we'd ignore her, "...and don't send me flowers when I'm dead because they're not going to do me any good THEN."; my sweet other mother, Mary Buckley who would look me straight in the eye, shaking her head, "...you're so goofy Pen but don't ever change, okay?" and last, but not least, Shirley Salazar my dear, dear Oakie buddy who smoked like a feind, drank margaritas with gusto and danced like there was no tomorrow- "...and I don't give a damn if I'm crazy Pen cause I've had so much fun gittin' there girlfriend."
Still smiling from your words after all these years my friends. That's what's leftover. Me and You! Happy Mother's Day to every kind of mother every where!
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Hello! I forgot all the sign in info for my other two google accounts which I used to follow your blog. After endless jaunts through the lands of recovery so I am now just thomas cahill and the address is tcat5450@gmail for these purposes. I loved what you wrote about Pearl. Talk later. You know who in NYC.
Hey Girl,
The pages just went back up. I noticed though that my opening comment on my own blog from yesterday disappeared after the pause in service. Also your post on Miss Pearl is gone as well. A short reference to your Miss Pearl post is still on my page but when i try to open it up I get a message that that that page does not exist. Anyway, I did some short edits for you. Once again nothing major. Hope you are well.T
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