I drank just a wee too much. 

The restaurant's house wine was pretty good.

Sounds, great... I love driving with loud tunes, I can't get rid of my old car; stereo system is like the Disney auditorium!   When I saw Ben Harper there, it sounded just as he described ('twas his first time too) like we were on the inside of a guitar,  more than incredible acoustics!

 SeriousLee wrote:
 

 haresfur wrote:
 

I never cared much for Digby in the past but after bowling there for the last 4-5 years, I've taken a liking to it. Friendly folks.

 SeriousLee wrote:
 
Sounds like a great trip. Never made it down to Yarmouth. Think I visited Digby once, someplace muddy with nice little zeolite crystals in the lava cliffs, anyway.

Did some tripping over the week-end. Solo. In the car, that is. Not with mj. Got to listen to tunes. It's something i really enjoy doing, driving and listening to albums.

Friday went to Digby, spend the night there. Saturday, went to Yarmouth, then Shelburne (took a wrong turn and ended up taking the longer route through a pretty deserted road where i drove about an hour before seeing another car).

From Shelburne went to Bridgewater, then back home. All in all, 500km (~310 miles)

While in Shelburne, i dropped by Frenchy's and pick up a used Klipsch iGroove SXT 30-Pin iPod/iPhone Speaker Dock for $4! Works great!

 Manbird wrote: 
You've got that right.

 Coaxial wrote: 
now they're all up in your grill to stay

JK! JK!

All my troubles seemed so far away...

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 romeotuma wrote: 

Heartfelt condolences....

 romeotuma wrote: 
Not much I can say other than to offer you my condolences, rt. But I can offer you this too:

 romeotuma wrote: 
Wow. (I mean that in a "what imagery that conjures up" kind-of-way.)

 romeotuma wrote: 
My heart is breaking for you...It's so hard to lose people we love. At least he is no longer suffering, and his family had that time with him.

 romeotuma wrote: 
Thinking of you and yours.

Yesterday, when I was young,
The taste of life was sweet, as rain upon my tongue,
I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame

The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,
I lived by night, and shunned the naked light of day,
And only now, I see, how the years ran away

Yesterday, when I was young,
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me,
And so much pain, my dazzled eyes refused to see

I ran so fast that time, and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think, what life, was all about,
And every conversation, I can now recall,
Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all

Yesterday, the moon was blue,
And every crazy day, brought something new to do,
I used my magic age, as if it were a wand,
And never saw the worst, and the emptiness beyond

The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,
And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died,
The friends I made, all seemed somehow to drift away,
And only I am left, on stage to end the play

There are so many songs in me, that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue,
The time has come for me to pay,
For yesterday, when I was young

romeo,
My deepest condolences to your friend's wife and child, and for you, the loss of a friend.
mk

 romeotuma wrote: 
He died...I'm sorry Honey

 romeotuma wrote: 
It certainly becomes more common as we get older.  My sympathies to you and the family.. My wife and I should really talk about the eventuality.  It seems she doesn't want to face it yet and I am somewhat numb to it unfortunately as I lost a lot of friends in my early 20's while I was motorcycle racing.  Thanks for the reminder of diligence. 

 romeotuma wrote: 
My sympathy to you, RT. The grim reaper has been visiting more and more around my circle and such an event is a difficult reminder of our own mortality. You didn't say, but I presume the wife survives? It'll be especially tough for her.

A year ago GR came and took my best friend's wife; she hadn't even reached 50 and left behind a 16-year-old boy and a 9-year-old girl. This, after BF had divorced wife #1 (no kids) due to her chronic unfaithfulness and complete lack of repentance. BF's no. 2 was delightful and I still find it extremely difficult to fathom that she's gone.

BF and his kids have been counseled and he is just now starting to look ahead to the rest of his life (as well as that of his kids).

 romeotuma wrote: