abrupt change in lifestyle that it imposes. But as we both
know, it’s useless to rage against the reality.
Anything beyond your words, “I’m lucky” is superfluous.
They connote, if not the embrace, at least your acceptance
of the status-quo, i.e. the willingness to take what’s left of
the entity that is you, and make the best of it.
For you, it’s a quite bar (sounds like a line out of a Sam
Spade novel) and a beer or two. For me, it’s a studied
game of chess with one of my sons or a friend. Then, we
give the loser a chance at revenge in a friendly drag-race.
(Thank God for handcontrols!).
My 51st anniversary as a quad doesn’t comes up next April.
So there’ll probably a few chess games and drag races in
the interim. (Gotta’ stay in practice ya know).
Boyd :-)
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On 10/16/04 2:03 PM, "Tod E. Santee"
<[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
<snip> I'm lucky... I spend each anniversary
alone (by choice) in a quiet bar with a beer or
two reflecting on the years before and after
being "born again" as a quad
