Thursday, December 31, 2009


I love this quote from the short story “Monday” by Mark Helprin:

“I’m fifty-three,” he answered with analytical detachment. “My father died at fifty nine. What good is money? If I have six years left or thirty, it makes no difference. My life will be buoyant, and my death will be tranquil, only if I can rest upon a store of honor.”


  1. Insightful, brother. ALthough I'm a little distressed that you didn't inform your favorite little sister about your blog. I'm hurt. Deeply. But I love what you've done with the place.

  2. i like it. thanks again for shoveling!!! we have two cars parked in the driveway right now.

  3. Sorry, G, I could have sworn I told you about the blog. I hope a new pet fish will help heal your deep wounds when you get back.