Yes, I can
tell you exactly why I keep coming back to this blog; for one thing Zobostic
doesn’t use teaser titles like those Yahoo journalists. I find that very annoying.
In here I find in-depth stories like the
one last October by Barb Wire. I think it was called, On the Fence. Or the article last week about the
tainted dates discovered at the Christmas calendar luncheon. And I love some of the poems - not the ones that get stuck in my head all day. I hate when that happens.
It isn’t just rich, exquisitely
done articles that draw me back again and again, it’s the feeling I get when I
visit this blog, like I’m seeing an old friend, someone I’ve known all my
life. Well - not all, because it isn't over yet.
Maybe not a friend I’d lend $3.00 too or even want to share my lunch with – not that kind of friend, more of a sole mate - someone who has walked in my shoes.
Not these shoes here but my other ones. The brown tie shoes with the man-made uppers, oil resistant bottoms, you know the ones. It’s more of that kind of feeling.
Maybe not a friend I’d lend $3.00 too or even want to share my lunch with – not that kind of friend, more of a sole mate - someone who has walked in my shoes.
Not these shoes here but my other ones. The brown tie shoes with the man-made uppers, oil resistant bottoms, you know the ones. It’s more of that kind of feeling.
Oh, I see. You thought I was thinking soul mate. Oh heavens no. This isn't that kind of blog.
And I could have that whole soul mate thing confused with something else. It's like when I misunderstood that speech I heard about the laminated rats.
Now THAT was embarrassing. Turns out it wasn't rats... I forget now what it was.
Doesn't matter.
And I could have that whole soul mate thing confused with something else. It's like when I misunderstood that speech I heard about the laminated rats.
Now THAT was embarrassing. Turns out it wasn't rats... I forget now what it was.
Doesn't matter.
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