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Confirmation: “Stay away from crowds”
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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The People Yes
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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So now it’s official?
It’s from somebody who has the keys to the page, so yes.
My apologies for sending you an e-mail earlier today – I had not scrolled down on your page far enough to see your posting. I’m sure you’ve gotten many from a lot of different sources.
We will all regret the passing of whoever “Ol’ Remus” was; I only hope that his heirs and assigns understand the breadth and depth of readership that he sustained in these strange times.
Sad. It seems like we are losing warriors on our side and the demons on the other side seem to live forever.
Coda, with a sad yet triumphant final chord. Remus mortuus est.
Hmmm..It only says that Ol Remus has met his demise…might it just be the death of the website and not the man behind it? One can only hope…
And that, Friends, is how you Come in from the Cold in the digital age.
Unlike Epstein, Remus won’t even need the facial surgery. Who knows, Remus might even be Khashoggi. Remember that guy? The Man who walked into an embassy and came out a Narrative of Death. No remains, no nuthin’ … but he’s deader’n hell, I’m here to tell you. And, those Saudi’s … tsk, tsk.
Good Ol’ Remus! May he rest in peace.
Terri says: “…the demons on the other side seem to live forever.”
No, the bullet for those demons is already, as they say in the artillery corps, “on the way,” and it will, in God’s time, find its mark.
I got misty over his first hiatus years ago, then the rejoice RETURN! Now…my gut tells me, I need a drink and a toast to his talent. Gerard, you are my first go-to everyday, now including Tuesdays. Keep up the great work!
Well, damn.
A D has been my home page for a long time. I wish it to stay my home page. Especially in the weird times we are experiencing currently. Please stay healthy Gerard.
Yes, what Terry said.
Ol Remus Marsilvia was a treasure. He was the voice of wisdom and wit. I shall forever recall his advise to ” avoid crowds, they attract ordinance”. I had the good fortune to exchange emails with Remus and found his personal emails written with the same witty and insightful banter he posted at woodpile report.
He shall be remembered as a patriot. God speed to his family
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