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Tom King's avatar

Here's your ticket through the pearly gates when our own time of passing comes, and some one caring reaches out to help us to the commode while we sing, "How Great Thou Art."

I was moved by your closing lines below in today's "Post to the Host."

"When my friend Bill Hinkley was dying at the VA Hospital in Minneapolis, he asked me to help him to the toilet — he could barely walk — and I helped him up and he asked me to sing “Abide With Me” and I did, holding him in my arms, he singing with me, heading for the head, “When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless O abide with me,” and that scene is permanently framed in my mind. I’m glad you remember the waltz. GK"

We're gladdened that your own mind is still framing thoughts, your lyrics still sung, and the waltz still whirling its 1-2-3.. When the time comes, may we find someone like you. And you, as well.

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Dave Jones's avatar

So, Garry old boy, I woke up this morning with a…. Limerick in mind. I think/ hope you’ll enjoy it. I call it a “Tenner.” If it isn’t one of the best you’ve encountered in a while, and a true lift to your spirits and cardiovascular system, then I guess I’d be inclined to suspect the election WAS rigged…

Tenner

There was a pro juggler from Limerick

who developed a ballistic gym trick:

Eight big balls in the air

he’d suspend, plus the pair

he left loose and aloft in his him-rick.

Good day, good cheer and good health to you, old friend.

Dave Jones

Chicago

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