So I decided to try and come up with a collection of some of my favorite posts just for the heck of it. I have an unoffical grouping that is linked in the drop down menu on the bottom right side of the page. But every now and then I like to try and sift through them all.
The hard part is trying to figure out which posts I want to highlight or if I should just keep the same old ones as always. In theory I like to think that as I keep blogging I'll come up with some good new stuff so the list will grow.
Anyway, here is a list of some of my favorites:
A Little Digestive Distress- Chicken Vindaloo
I Had a Dream
The Story of Two Souls
The Bearer of Bad Tidings- One Less Set of Footsteps
What The Hell Happened to Courtesy
The Supermarket
The tears that do not fall
Give Me Time and I will Be Rich, Rich, Rich
Sounds of My Youth
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
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3 comments:
Heavens Jack. Your choice of posts to resurrect have hit the mark today. For some reason I found myself reading about your family and the illnesses and deaths that have affected you over the past few years. You write so well. It hurts to read them. But its a good hurt, because you've written what I can't vocalise quite yet. Thank you.
Rachel
I saw the shout out from Neil today. How cool!
Hi Rachel,
I appreciate it. Sometimes the right words flow and sometimes they just don't.
Diane,
Thanks. It was nice.
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