Thank you. I’ve listened & read for years. Reading all is well made me smile. As I sit aboard a windjammer in Penobscot Bay on the coast of Maine , I read your post at sunrise.
Have not felt “grateful for my birth” itself or imagined it so graphically before. Now I am feeling grateful for both of ours! And wish you continued good health, with gratitude.
All is well. What joyful news. My mom read Cedric Adam’s too and my dad tuned in the radio when he was home. You bring me back to WILLMAR where a mix of memories remind me that no matter what happened then, all is well. Thank you and be well.
When I'm having a CAT scan, I start listening to the beats and, sounding like LIsa Simpson describing jazz, it's the empty sounds between the machine's beeps and bangs that is amazing. One time I could swear for 25 minutes I could hear a name repeated over and over and over again. The second the CAT scan stopped, I couldn't remember the name. I hope you're enjoying your time in the tube.
Now rest up Garrison. You've deserved your 7th day. May there continue to be further ones for you to name those things in our world and create the light of laughter from the dark abyss.
I have always been amazed about your transitions between thoughts. This was another great example, whether it's conversation and observances at the Chatterbox Cafe or personal reflections, as is today's column. Glad to hear the scan went well...
Thank you. I’ve listened & read for years. Reading all is well made me smile. As I sit aboard a windjammer in Penobscot Bay on the coast of Maine , I read your post at sunrise.
All is well… please stay that way. 🦞🦞🇺🇸
“All is well”. Absolutely. Wonderful column.
You never fail to cheer me up. Thanks for all the years of entertainment. Best wishes!
A voice of good sense and even better humour, sorely needed in these times. Long may it continue to be heard.
Have not felt “grateful for my birth” itself or imagined it so graphically before. Now I am feeling grateful for both of ours! And wish you continued good health, with gratitude.
All is well. What joyful news. My mom read Cedric Adam’s too and my dad tuned in the radio when he was home. You bring me back to WILLMAR where a mix of memories remind me that no matter what happened then, all is well. Thank you and be well.
Beautiful. Thank you.
And may all be well. A cloud of witnesses goes with you.
Perfect.
Oh my, this is beautiful. All is well. Thank you.
When I'm having a CAT scan, I start listening to the beats and, sounding like LIsa Simpson describing jazz, it's the empty sounds between the machine's beeps and bangs that is amazing. One time I could swear for 25 minutes I could hear a name repeated over and over and over again. The second the CAT scan stopped, I couldn't remember the name. I hope you're enjoying your time in the tube.
You done good kid!
I really, really want you to be okay, Garrison. Judy McQuilkin
Perfect.
"And God saw that it was good..."
Now rest up Garrison. You've deserved your 7th day. May there continue to be further ones for you to name those things in our world and create the light of laughter from the dark abyss.
I have always been amazed about your transitions between thoughts. This was another great example, whether it's conversation and observances at the Chatterbox Cafe or personal reflections, as is today's column. Glad to hear the scan went well...