duck...
 

just wanted to share Wes with the world, in your own words...

thinking of you...thou art poultry laureate

now, if I can only tell you to have duck bumps... :D

MY favorite Wes story... :)

Winghugs... :)

btw, do you get on line using the "World Wide Webfeet"

htpp:\\wwwf.duckbumps.com

;)

Thanks, Moi friend...I needed that
:hug:

mon friend,

whenever I see Shrimp, I cannot forget how Dale cried at how "Fresh" the shrimp is...

it is one of those things in my life that I will carry with me til the day that I die...

to appreciate the tiniest of things...I had never appreciated the fact that we get our local shrimp so fresh...until Dale...

Dale is part of you and Wes...

and through him and your stories, I get to know Wes...

so...thank you...for sharing Wes with us...to let us in on a man that was special not only to you, but part of this terra....

I had a walk the other day and I stopped and smelled the cold crisp air...

it made me appreciate that...

and here's your poem to Wes...

http://neurotalk.psychcentral.com/post431054-153.html

I love the thought, dude, but how cold is it in your (brown) neck of the world? It was...no degrees here this morning. Like seventeen less than no degrees. Sheesh.

Wes was a rare person and the love of my life. I want everyone to know him...so I talk about him waaaaaaaay too much. I recognize that. But, it seems, I don't care. LOL

I love you guys...you get me through. Really. You and Moss and Dale and Kat and Doody and Alffe......oh heck, a lot of people. LOL. Too many to name everyone, but you all know that it's you I mean :D ( how's that for a dodge....)
:hug:
By the way, the Kid is reading from his journal about our trip this year. You think he loved the shrimp? He's still yakking about Nippy's. LOLOL