Books. Bikes. Boomsticks. “I only regret that I have but one face to palm for my country.”
Sunset and evening starAnd one clear call for me!And may there be no moaning of the barWhen I put out to sea.For such a tide as moving seems asleep,Too full for sound and foam,When that which drew from out the boundless deepTurns again homeTwilight and evening bellAnd after that, the dark!And let there be no sadness of farewellWhen I embark;For though from out our borne of time and placeThe flood may bear me far,I hope to see my Pilot face-to-faceWhen I have cross'd the bar.Sincere condolence,gvi
I was a regular reader of his blog and will miss him.
Yes. Dammit.
Blast, this has not been a good year so far. Not at all.
We are what we do.His work is still around.
Dammit-dammit. And dammit. :-(
Damn... RIP Jeff, you will be missed...
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Sunset and evening star
ReplyDeleteAnd one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
For such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home
Twilight and evening bell
And after that, the dark!
And let there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark;
For though from out our borne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face-to-face
When I have cross'd the bar.
Sincere condolence,
gvi
I was a regular reader of his blog and will miss him.
ReplyDeleteYes. Dammit.
ReplyDeleteBlast, this has not been a good year so far. Not at all.
ReplyDeleteWe are what we do.
ReplyDeleteHis work is still around.
Dammit-dammit. And dammit. :-(
ReplyDeleteDamn... RIP Jeff, you will be missed...
ReplyDelete