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Thank you, Garrison, I enjoy hearing your voice and the trip sounded fun. I bet the people you had breakfast with were thrilled.

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I miss talking to a knowledgeable person over a desk also. I'm old too.

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when Swedes ask me if there is another America I mention your name. If they are old enough they might remember that interview I did with you some ages ago. 🙏👏

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Garrison. I had an aunt named Mildred, very cheerful lady with a boisterous laugh. Always seemed to be happy. You would have loved to sit across a desk from her for any reason. One way to help me solve the current issue of amazing negative all things is to daily post something positive like pleasing photography and old music such as, "You are my sunshine". It does help, some. rr

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"You are my sunshine" was our favorite song to sing on the bus to swimming lessons in Walden pond in the late 1950s and early 1960s. We also sang all the patriotic songs and the US armed services songs.

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Alas, Mildred took a horse-driven coach out of town eons ago.

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It is so good to here your mellifluous voice, Mr. K. It is like balm on the modern soul. Whenever I venture a little too far beyond "the edge of the prairie", I return to the metaphorical hearth ( in Spanish "hogar" more evocative than English) of PHC and find respite in your anecdotes . ( My limited understanding is that President Lincoln -- the man who held the Union together -- was a teller of tall tales and slightly ribald stories also.) As you are the past-master of.

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I’m a great believer in talking to a real person when I need to get an answer to some problem. Can’t abide dealing with a “bot,” whatever that is. And when my problem is resolved, there’s a tremendous amount of satisfaction in telling said person “Thanks so much for your help, I really appreciate your time.” I think it makes their day to get a “thank you.” Kindness goes a long way these days. KG

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It’s when the real person reads a script and keeps saying there is no “higher authority” with whom I can talk to resolve the problem that a bot may be as useful. If real people are given authority to solve problems .. then Mildred comes in handy!

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I recall when Security at concert venues changed from uniforms to T-shirts so that attendees felt more comfortable and maybe less surveilled or freer to be exuberant. That was then. I attended a concert recently where the master of ceremonies announced the positions where trained EMT’s were stationed in the event that anyone in the audience should experience a medical emergency during the performance. My concerts have gone from strictly surveilled to casually surveiled to proactive caregiving. I can’t decide whether that cheerful or sad.

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I did respond to your crucial text but forgot to send- now I can’t address you the same way - sorry- I just don’t how to find cheerfulness except thru your poetry book. I’m really feeling the weight of age and our times. Stayin the buggy, garrison

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So many of the same thoughts , Thank you for putting them into words, and print.

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THIS OCTOGENARIAN. STORY TELLLER, MUSIC MAN HAS THE ENERGY OF A BOSTON MARATHONER WHO IS INDEED ON THE ROAD AGAIN, READ ON: "Local runner turning heads and breaking records at 82." THIS IS NO SIMPLE NUMBER. TRUST US RUNNERS!

THERE OUGHT TO BE A RECORD FOR YOU, TOO, MR. K. WE ARE MIGHTY GRATEFUL FOR ALL YOUR CONTINUING RECORDS....PRESS EVER ON! AS THOSE NIKE SHOES OF YOURS PUT IT, "THERE IS NO FINISH LINE." WHO'S TO SAY....

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Oh good grief, I did not think I could love you more, but listening to your words always, ALWAYS makes me happy.

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A huge gaffaw from NZ .. Why do Gorillas have large fingers ?.. because they have large nostrils ..😂😂 Brilliant GK ..thanks

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WanderingSioux Jun 17, 24 “And now, I work at staying upright!” Me, too! It seems to have something to do with how much salt I’ve ingested! Too much, and my blood pressure sinks! I can feel it coming – which gives me enough time to sit down –or, if driving, pull over to the side of the road. I wonder – when you’re performing live, if you ever have moments in which you wish you could just “Take a Break!” until the heart gets pumping adequately again? I’m sure that those of us in the audience who are your “age-mates” would be very understanding!

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