A Fisherman's Prayer

I Shall pass this way but once, any good that I can do let me do it now, I shall not pass this way again. The following prayer was oddly enough on Uncle Bob's memorial cards, but being the daughter of a fisherman, the sister of a fisherman, and the wife of a fisherman, it touched me gentle and true: A Fisherman's Prayer God grant that I may fish Until my dying day And when it comes to My last cast I then most humbly pray, When in the Lord's Soft landing net I'm peacefully asleep, That in His mercy I be judged As good enough to keep. And so I wish all of my fisherman the very best endings to their fishing days, and I always have.  That probably explains better why I've always been their biggest advocate.  I remember my Dad's sadness when he couldn't/or his body couldn't go on the longer trips anymore, I remember him on his last father's day, the boys gone on a trip to fish, kindly accepting the company that surrounded him, and being gracious about the robbed opportunities that age took advantage of. However, he was the whole day in his white fishing cap my brother had given him. And I have the pics to prove it. God Bless my Guys, more adventures for you before the darkness comes.

The Best Thing I Ever Did , Was You

I Shall pass this way but once, any good that I can do let me do it now, I shall not pass this way again. I have a person in my life whose development I half contributed to, be it my strengths he gained some of, my weaknesses he hopefully deterred away from, my humor which is still there to be used in the blackest of times, or my ability to try to always see the big picture and reduce the temporary chaotic family moments to a bottom line of underlying love, as long as we have our health and eachother for these moments.  And this person I have invested my time in loves to write, loves the arts, and so he has begun his own blog, a place where he can wander to, and publish some of his writings he's had to do for his education, or some he's done for his own amusement.  He's also added in some pictures he's found interesting that have been drawn as graffitti by one man all over the world, yet no one knows the mans true identity as he is always hidden in darkness or cloaked by a mask, this intrigues our young man.  Enjoy your writings and developments that can come with a blog: http://onetensurvival.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-coursing.html A Hundred Years from Now, It Will Have Mattered in the Life of A Child*

A. A. Bondy, some absolutely great music

I Shall pass this way but once....but I am glade my son brought A.A. Bondy into our lives. His music to me is a combination of Don McLean's finest and Simon & Garfunkel' best. Bondy has wonderful guitar skills, his lyrics are a reflection of the deepest thinkers words skills when he puts his words on a songs canvass. His voice is a good one that matches up with his words and guitar playing. To me he is folk music revived, and he has some insights to America, it's problems, to the politicians that keep leeching of the masses, and he has seen many aspects of love and has some intellectual bottom lines for true love and the relationships that can be rekindled if the desire to do so is there. For Americans he writes: "So don't tread on her for she is your sister, she was born with an American Heart, And don't tread on me for I am your brother, I was born with an American Heart........"