O.K. Kids. Time to start playing again. And one thing that I am doing for all of you is now playing some great music for you as you read my blog. Hopefully, each blog will come with a new tune.
At the present time I don't have the storage capacity to keep the tunes when they are moved into the archive section, but I am working on that also.
If you have Real Player installed click here , Real Player will start streaming the audio onto your computer within seconds.
If you have Windows Media Player installed click here, and the audio will start streaming as well.
If necessary, minimize the windows and then continue reading the blog. I mean that's the reason you came here in the first place. Oh yeah, don't forget to turn up your speakers. Geez, do I have to tell you everything!
And, if you can't do any of that then just hum while you read my blog.
So anyway, here's one of my favorites artists, Willie Nelson, as he sings an appropriate song as we finish up our countdown and "get on the road again.
One quick note.
I want to say thanks to everyone who has stuck with us over the last couple of months while we have been going through some difficult times.
We really appreciate your friendship.
Now on with the show!!
Aug 27, 2005
New Format
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Aug 24, 2005
"The Road Not Taken"
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;"........
Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken gives me a sense of serenity in knowing that often times in my life I have chosen the less traveled path and have been a better person for making that choice. It wasn't always the route that came without pitfalls and caused me to stumble, but it was a lane that brought me in touch with people that have shaped my life.
Every day we have choices that we must make. We choose to either take the pathway that is filled with road signs directing us to our final destination, or we choose to struggle and find our own way sometimes falling down in the process.
But, after we make our choice of a less familiar way, we find that what appeared to be a difficult decision was in fact quite easy after all. My footsteps were not on a primrose path but they weren't difficult either. When I lost my balance I seemed to always have a friend who would lend me support or would find the strength to right myself from within.
I wouldn't have it any other way. The stories I share here are only remembrances of those times and faces of the many people I met along the way.
The thrill of discovering something new each day gives me the incentive to journey where most people haven't trod. My list is long to unearth new treasures and add to the bounty that I now possess. My only obstacle is time.
Will the hourglass be empty before my coffers are full?
...."I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
As long as I continue to learn and experience life and choose the road not taken, I will die a man with more than his share.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;"........
Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken gives me a sense of serenity in knowing that often times in my life I have chosen the less traveled path and have been a better person for making that choice. It wasn't always the route that came without pitfalls and caused me to stumble, but it was a lane that brought me in touch with people that have shaped my life.
Every day we have choices that we must make. We choose to either take the pathway that is filled with road signs directing us to our final destination, or we choose to struggle and find our own way sometimes falling down in the process.
But, after we make our choice of a less familiar way, we find that what appeared to be a difficult decision was in fact quite easy after all. My footsteps were not on a primrose path but they weren't difficult either. When I lost my balance I seemed to always have a friend who would lend me support or would find the strength to right myself from within.
I wouldn't have it any other way. The stories I share here are only remembrances of those times and faces of the many people I met along the way.
The thrill of discovering something new each day gives me the incentive to journey where most people haven't trod. My list is long to unearth new treasures and add to the bounty that I now possess. My only obstacle is time.
Will the hourglass be empty before my coffers are full?
...."I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
As long as I continue to learn and experience life and choose the road not taken, I will die a man with more than his share.
Aug 21, 2005
"What makes us who we are"
Pattye said to me the other day, "Tom, you really know how to entertain yourself".
It was in response to either something I said or wrote in a blog although I can't even remember what it was about but I guess I was feeling pretty good about it and was laughing to myself.
That's not unusual.....me laughing to myself, or singing out loud or whistling.
My wandering mind is usually somewhere other than where it is supposed to be at any given moment. Is this what is now termed Adult Attention Deficit Disorder (AADD)?
I don't know and really don't care. I have fun with myself and am usually my own best friend.
How did I get this way? Did it start early in life?
Has it evolved from simple growth and maturity and my becoming at peace within ? No, that's not it, because I have been acting this way since I was a little kid.
What is it then?
What makes me laugh and what makes me able to make others laugh?
I guess deep down I'm just a happy kind of guy.
Oh, I get pissed off enough, people around me can attest to that. But, after I vent I am able to just find something new and begin again.
A good friend, Ben Campbell, was the manager of the Jewish Community Center in Dayton, where I worked for several summers during my years in college.
He had the answer to all of life's problems.
"Illegitimis non carborundum" which loosely translated means "Don't let the bastards grind you down".
It is kind of my motto.
Assholes are always going to be assholes. You can't change them. Most of the time you have to live with them. But, you don't have to let them make your life miserable.
You and I both know there are some people who spend their entire life wishing they were somebody else. They are so caught up with their misery that they hate their life. They feel doomed to the life of Sisyphus , a mythological character doomed to rolling a rock up a hill only to have it roll back over him. That poor soul.
I could have solved his dilemma. Either quit pushing the damn rock or get the hell out of the way when it comes back down. Pretty easy huh?
Get rid of your burdens. Find something you enjoy doing and if it doesn't work out, then let it fall to the wayside and find something new.
And most important. Laugh. Laugh all of the time. And sing and whistle. And if you can't do that then hell, just hum. It's good for the soul.
It was in response to either something I said or wrote in a blog although I can't even remember what it was about but I guess I was feeling pretty good about it and was laughing to myself.
That's not unusual.....me laughing to myself, or singing out loud or whistling.
My wandering mind is usually somewhere other than where it is supposed to be at any given moment. Is this what is now termed Adult Attention Deficit Disorder (AADD)?
I don't know and really don't care. I have fun with myself and am usually my own best friend.
How did I get this way? Did it start early in life?
Has it evolved from simple growth and maturity and my becoming at peace within ? No, that's not it, because I have been acting this way since I was a little kid.
What is it then?
What makes me laugh and what makes me able to make others laugh?
I guess deep down I'm just a happy kind of guy.
Oh, I get pissed off enough, people around me can attest to that. But, after I vent I am able to just find something new and begin again.
A good friend, Ben Campbell, was the manager of the Jewish Community Center in Dayton, where I worked for several summers during my years in college.
He had the answer to all of life's problems.
"Illegitimis non carborundum" which loosely translated means "Don't let the bastards grind you down".
It is kind of my motto.
Assholes are always going to be assholes. You can't change them. Most of the time you have to live with them. But, you don't have to let them make your life miserable.
You and I both know there are some people who spend their entire life wishing they were somebody else. They are so caught up with their misery that they hate their life. They feel doomed to the life of Sisyphus , a mythological character doomed to rolling a rock up a hill only to have it roll back over him. That poor soul.
I could have solved his dilemma. Either quit pushing the damn rock or get the hell out of the way when it comes back down. Pretty easy huh?
Get rid of your burdens. Find something you enjoy doing and if it doesn't work out, then let it fall to the wayside and find something new.
And most important. Laugh. Laugh all of the time. And sing and whistle. And if you can't do that then hell, just hum. It's good for the soul.
Aug 19, 2005
"Geez, I Don't Know.................."
Someone asked me the other day how my time will be spent in the near future as a new chapter begins with Pattye and my career changes. Well, I did my classic, safe, non-committal answer. Hhhhhhmmm. I don't know.
I guess people have thought of me as somewhat of a planner. A well organized, set out your clothes for tomorrow, put the coffee on automatic brew kind of guy.
Well, that is me, but I don't do more than a day, well, maybe 1/2 day, or at least couple of hours in advance. That's still planning isn't it? Well, I have good intentions.
My late, inspiration-filled, knew- me -better than anyone, mother always had an expression for that kind of behavior. "The road to hell (but she would never use that word) is filled with good intentions."
I have a whole laundry list, that's not a cliche because laundry is on there as well, of things that I need to do, but somewhere between midnight when I get up and oh, lets say 8:00 AM, I get a little sidetracked.
I start off focused. My intentions are sound. I even have a planner/calendar on my desktop with whistles and bells to remind me to do things. Hhhhmmm, I just checked it and it said that I haven't put anything on there in about six months and I don't have any thing planned at all for the future.
See, right there. I got sidetracked. I was talking about being focused and what did I do? I had to go check my calendar.
Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, planning.
As I was saying, I start off focused and the next thing I know I am off on another project.
Once again, planning.
First thing I know that we are going to do is take a well deserved vacation. Probably back down to the Hill Country. It's our favorite place with wide open spaces, occasionally dotted with twisted, sprawling mesquite bushes, low growing cedars, and hundreds of deer. Several rivers flow through the area with a deep blue crystal clear water that you can easily spot several different types of fish, some of which must be 15 to 20 pounds.
We plan on making this a working vacation as well.
You didn't think we would actually just rest the whole time did you?
When I say working though it will be fun work, and I don't consider that an oxymoron. Work is fun for us.
We'll be spending time buying inventory at many of the small town trade fairs in order to replenish our stock for Gathering Eggs , which is where Pattye will be hanging her hat for the remainder of her working years.
Any other plans for me are too numerous to think of at this time. I get tired-head just trying to think of what I have to do.
One thing I know for sure. My plans will be to continue to post to this blog. Work on my novel. And, read. There that's planning. As a matter of fact I think that is some pretty good planning. I think I'll just put that on my calendar right now.
Blog, write and read. My god, I have just become organized!!
I guess people have thought of me as somewhat of a planner. A well organized, set out your clothes for tomorrow, put the coffee on automatic brew kind of guy.
Well, that is me, but I don't do more than a day, well, maybe 1/2 day, or at least couple of hours in advance. That's still planning isn't it? Well, I have good intentions.
My late, inspiration-filled, knew- me -better than anyone, mother always had an expression for that kind of behavior. "The road to hell (but she would never use that word) is filled with good intentions."
I have a whole laundry list, that's not a cliche because laundry is on there as well, of things that I need to do, but somewhere between midnight when I get up and oh, lets say 8:00 AM, I get a little sidetracked.
I start off focused. My intentions are sound. I even have a planner/calendar on my desktop with whistles and bells to remind me to do things. Hhhhmmm, I just checked it and it said that I haven't put anything on there in about six months and I don't have any thing planned at all for the future.
See, right there. I got sidetracked. I was talking about being focused and what did I do? I had to go check my calendar.
Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, planning.
As I was saying, I start off focused and the next thing I know I am off on another project.
Once again, planning.
First thing I know that we are going to do is take a well deserved vacation. Probably back down to the Hill Country. It's our favorite place with wide open spaces, occasionally dotted with twisted, sprawling mesquite bushes, low growing cedars, and hundreds of deer. Several rivers flow through the area with a deep blue crystal clear water that you can easily spot several different types of fish, some of which must be 15 to 20 pounds.
We plan on making this a working vacation as well.
You didn't think we would actually just rest the whole time did you?
When I say working though it will be fun work, and I don't consider that an oxymoron. Work is fun for us.
We'll be spending time buying inventory at many of the small town trade fairs in order to replenish our stock for Gathering Eggs , which is where Pattye will be hanging her hat for the remainder of her working years.
Any other plans for me are too numerous to think of at this time. I get tired-head just trying to think of what I have to do.
One thing I know for sure. My plans will be to continue to post to this blog. Work on my novel. And, read. There that's planning. As a matter of fact I think that is some pretty good planning. I think I'll just put that on my calendar right now.
Blog, write and read. My god, I have just become organized!!
Aug 15, 2005
Writing is like making love to a woman
How many times have you sent an e-mail and wish you could have a do-over? How about sending an e-mail when you wanted to "Forward" it and instead hit the"Reply"button.
Has e-mail replaced letter writing? I think it has. And it has eroded our minds to a point that we do not think about what we are saying. And now, instant messaging has magnified the problem.
What has happened to letter writing?
Writing letters can convey passion.
Writing letters can be intimate
Writing letters rarely leaves the recipient confused about the intention of the message.
Are writing blogs the same as writing letters?
I believe they are, unless you become in such a hurry to see your "masterpiece" posted for all of the world to see that you don't take the time to understand how your work will be interpreted.
Don't fool yourself.
Writing is an art. It takes passion. It's like making love to a woman.
It's not wham, bam thank you maam.
I'm learning to write. I'm learning to make love out of words.
I'm only at my first kiss and I am fumbling trying to become a lover.
I use the wrong words. I say the wrong things at the wrong time. But I am learning.
Writing and love-making, one in the same.
And with writing you can even smoke during the act instead of waiting until you are finished.
Has e-mail replaced letter writing? I think it has. And it has eroded our minds to a point that we do not think about what we are saying. And now, instant messaging has magnified the problem.
What has happened to letter writing?
Writing letters can convey passion.
Writing letters can be intimate
Writing letters rarely leaves the recipient confused about the intention of the message.
Are writing blogs the same as writing letters?
I believe they are, unless you become in such a hurry to see your "masterpiece" posted for all of the world to see that you don't take the time to understand how your work will be interpreted.
Don't fool yourself.
Writing is an art. It takes passion. It's like making love to a woman.
It's not wham, bam thank you maam.
I'm learning to write. I'm learning to make love out of words.
I'm only at my first kiss and I am fumbling trying to become a lover.
I use the wrong words. I say the wrong things at the wrong time. But I am learning.
Writing and love-making, one in the same.
And with writing you can even smoke during the act instead of waiting until you are finished.
Aug 12, 2005
"You Can't Go Home Again....Or Can You?
I started reading Thomas Wolfe's "You can't go home again" this week. Although his reasons for not being able to return home are much different than mine the problem still exists, that is, I don't know if I can go home.
I left Dayton, Ohio before I had reached my 18th birthday and headed for Norman, Oklahoma to begin my matriculation at the University of Oklahoma. Nearly 1000 miles away from where I had spent all my childhood, it didn't seem like any major journey to me at the time.
I piled everything I owned into my cramped Triumph SpitFire and through my rear view mirror took my last look at a place that I would no longer call home.
Was it just my free spirit wanting to break loose from the tethers that I felt were holding me back? Were there relationships that I felt I must escape and only a swift and permanent departure would be my only salvation? I didn't know and I didn't care. I was history. Gone Adios.
I did return for the next two summers to spend a month or two to earn some money to help pay my tuition for the following school years, but even then my bags stayed packed, my days were spent working and my nights were spent drinking.
After that, the visits came only every 3 or 4 years and lasted for 2 days at the most.
There hasn't been a Christmas spent in Dayton in almost 40 years. I have attended only one highschool reunion in those same 40 years. I still have two brothers that live there and I stay in contact with them, but I have only one or two friends left there and I probably wouldn't recognize them if I sat down beside them.
What is it that defines home as home? Your birthplace? Where you spent your childhood? Where you presently receive your mail?
I have friends today in Dallas who have never lived anywhere further away than a few miles from where they were born. Some have even moved back into their childhood homes. I'm sure the same is true for some of the people I grew up with in Dayton.
Whenever I have the chance I ask about places that I remember as a child. Although there seems to be a fog that obliterates a portion of those years, some of the memories are vivid.
I can still recall popular hangouts and if I close my eyes can even taste the hamburgers at the Goodey Goodey, but yet I couldn't tell you who I went to the senior prom with, if in fact I went.
Over the years, I have lived in many different cities and towns and several different states. Each location that I have hung my hat, I have called home. But, can I go back there? Can I go home again? Probably not.
I guess I'll always be 'a ramblin man'.
I left Dayton, Ohio before I had reached my 18th birthday and headed for Norman, Oklahoma to begin my matriculation at the University of Oklahoma. Nearly 1000 miles away from where I had spent all my childhood, it didn't seem like any major journey to me at the time.
I piled everything I owned into my cramped Triumph SpitFire and through my rear view mirror took my last look at a place that I would no longer call home.
Was it just my free spirit wanting to break loose from the tethers that I felt were holding me back? Were there relationships that I felt I must escape and only a swift and permanent departure would be my only salvation? I didn't know and I didn't care. I was history. Gone Adios.
I did return for the next two summers to spend a month or two to earn some money to help pay my tuition for the following school years, but even then my bags stayed packed, my days were spent working and my nights were spent drinking.
After that, the visits came only every 3 or 4 years and lasted for 2 days at the most.
There hasn't been a Christmas spent in Dayton in almost 40 years. I have attended only one highschool reunion in those same 40 years. I still have two brothers that live there and I stay in contact with them, but I have only one or two friends left there and I probably wouldn't recognize them if I sat down beside them.
What is it that defines home as home? Your birthplace? Where you spent your childhood? Where you presently receive your mail?
I have friends today in Dallas who have never lived anywhere further away than a few miles from where they were born. Some have even moved back into their childhood homes. I'm sure the same is true for some of the people I grew up with in Dayton.
Whenever I have the chance I ask about places that I remember as a child. Although there seems to be a fog that obliterates a portion of those years, some of the memories are vivid.
I can still recall popular hangouts and if I close my eyes can even taste the hamburgers at the Goodey Goodey, but yet I couldn't tell you who I went to the senior prom with, if in fact I went.
Over the years, I have lived in many different cities and towns and several different states. Each location that I have hung my hat, I have called home. But, can I go back there? Can I go home again? Probably not.
I guess I'll always be 'a ramblin man'.
Aug 9, 2005
"Do you wanna read something really scary?"
Let me preface by saying that the supernatural really spooks me. I don't read horoscopes, I don't like to watch movies about psychics , hell, I am even scared of reading fortune cookies. It's probably the catholic upbringing and all of the stories about the devil.
I remember when I saw The Exorcist the first time. I was in Hobbs, N.M. on a business trip. I was staying at a Holiday Inn downtown and walked to the local theater. After the movie, I ran back to my hotel room, chanting "Hail Marys" and slept with all of the lights on in the room.
Well yesterday while I was at work at one of my pool customers, I lost my balance and fell down a couple of steps. I am usually very cautious but it was just "something" that caused me to fall.
After picking myself up and checking for any broken bones and wiping off a little blood, I resumed working. A few minutes later, I got a call from the person who promised to love, honor and bandage my wounds and what she told me just about sent me to the closest church.
At the exact same moment, Pattye was moving some boxes and she fell over backwards for some unexplained reason. She wasn't injured but just couldn't understand why it happened.
When I told her about my fall she said maybe she was trying to catch me.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
My crazy imagination? Probably not.
That special bond between people that causes them to think the same thoughts? You tell me.
It didn't scare me enough to start wearing garlic around my neck, but it reinforced those thoughts about not reading fortune cookies.
Man..........I hate when that happens
I remember when I saw The Exorcist the first time. I was in Hobbs, N.M. on a business trip. I was staying at a Holiday Inn downtown and walked to the local theater. After the movie, I ran back to my hotel room, chanting "Hail Marys" and slept with all of the lights on in the room.
Well yesterday while I was at work at one of my pool customers, I lost my balance and fell down a couple of steps. I am usually very cautious but it was just "something" that caused me to fall.
After picking myself up and checking for any broken bones and wiping off a little blood, I resumed working. A few minutes later, I got a call from the person who promised to love, honor and bandage my wounds and what she told me just about sent me to the closest church.
At the exact same moment, Pattye was moving some boxes and she fell over backwards for some unexplained reason. She wasn't injured but just couldn't understand why it happened.
When I told her about my fall she said maybe she was trying to catch me.
Coincidence? I don't think so.
My crazy imagination? Probably not.
That special bond between people that causes them to think the same thoughts? You tell me.
It didn't scare me enough to start wearing garlic around my neck, but it reinforced those thoughts about not reading fortune cookies.
Man..........I hate when that happens
Aug 8, 2005
"Punctuation, Vocabulary, Syntax and My Worst Fear"
Hey, I've been through a lot. Maybe not as much as some of you, but a lot. War, death, marriage, divorce, IRS audit. You name it, I've been there.
But my scariest time came this morning when I opened my e-mail. I had a note from my highschool English teacher. SHE HAD READ MY BLOG!.
She didn't say it was good, she didn't say it was bad. There were no red marks correcting my spelling. No comments to the side of the page saying, "What do you mean by this?" No asking me if I had really read the book or was I using Cliff Notes.
I knew when I started this new blogging adventure there would be times that I wished I hadn't daydreamed in English class. Actually, it was one of my favorites subjects.
English, or rather Shakespearean English, was the only class I received an "A" in college. Well, I did get a "A" in Air Force ROTC, but that doesn't count.
I'll let the teacher go nameless, but I have to give credit to her for finding the hidden trait in my complex nature that has allowed me to put words on paper, or at least your monitor.
As some of you know, I am on a new mission.
I have had a life long dream to put the adventures I have had, tell about the people I have met, and release the dreams locked in my brain into a novel. I have the opening line and several pages already knocked out. It seems easier than I thought. We'll see when it gets into the copy editor's hands.
Is all of this the result of a dedicated English teacher who had the patience to put up with my smart- ass attitude?
She did make the comment in her e-mail which related to my profile on this blog page. She said I did have an opinion about everything back then also.
So here's to the ones who have made me what I am today. Here's to the people who thought this aimless youth might just might make a name for himself. Here's to the believers.
I'm richer beyond your wildest dreams. I have more treasures than the wealthiest sultans. I own the world. Not monetary goods, but imagination. For I have an imagination that allows me to travel the universe and I have the ability to tell others about it. All of this because I have friends who trusted in me and believed in me and who have had the patience to teach me how to communicate.
My thanks.
But my scariest time came this morning when I opened my e-mail. I had a note from my highschool English teacher. SHE HAD READ MY BLOG!.
She didn't say it was good, she didn't say it was bad. There were no red marks correcting my spelling. No comments to the side of the page saying, "What do you mean by this?" No asking me if I had really read the book or was I using Cliff Notes.
I knew when I started this new blogging adventure there would be times that I wished I hadn't daydreamed in English class. Actually, it was one of my favorites subjects.
English, or rather Shakespearean English, was the only class I received an "A" in college. Well, I did get a "A" in Air Force ROTC, but that doesn't count.
I'll let the teacher go nameless, but I have to give credit to her for finding the hidden trait in my complex nature that has allowed me to put words on paper, or at least your monitor.
As some of you know, I am on a new mission.
I have had a life long dream to put the adventures I have had, tell about the people I have met, and release the dreams locked in my brain into a novel. I have the opening line and several pages already knocked out. It seems easier than I thought. We'll see when it gets into the copy editor's hands.
Is all of this the result of a dedicated English teacher who had the patience to put up with my smart- ass attitude?
She did make the comment in her e-mail which related to my profile on this blog page. She said I did have an opinion about everything back then also.
So here's to the ones who have made me what I am today. Here's to the people who thought this aimless youth might just might make a name for himself. Here's to the believers.
I'm richer beyond your wildest dreams. I have more treasures than the wealthiest sultans. I own the world. Not monetary goods, but imagination. For I have an imagination that allows me to travel the universe and I have the ability to tell others about it. All of this because I have friends who trusted in me and believed in me and who have had the patience to teach me how to communicate.
My thanks.
Aug 2, 2005
"When Marriages Go Wrong"
I'm sorry to inform all of you by way of this blog, but Pattye has filed for divorce. She said that she has given everything that she could to try and make the marriage work, but she just got tired of banging her head against the wall day in and day out, and things just seemed to get worse.
She's not bitter. Although I am.
She knows that she has always been honest. She has never cheated. She has never lied.
She and I have both worked at it day and night for over 10 years.
She says she had her good times and has no regrets.
She wants to remain friends but I don't.
She has a lot of memories and memorabilia and has made a lot of friends during the marriage.
She just wants to go on with her life.
She wants a new beginning. Me too.
Times change and what seemed like a great marriage at one point in time, suddenly finds you unable to speak with each other.
Everything becomes an adversarial relationship.
She has received some notes from people and has been told that she is making the right decision.
They wish they had the courage to do what she has done.
But I know she'll survive.
I know that she will be a happier person and get to enjoy a life that she richly deserves.
And, I know I'll be right beside her all of the time.
............Oh, she's not getting the divorce from me. No, I hope I didn't confuse you.
Pattye has decided to leave the Dallas Morning News.
Her relationship will end on a professional note.
She doesn't want me to voice my anger in this blog and I will respect her wishes.
She will always remain a honest, dedicated and forgiving person.
I wish I could say the same for myself. I am honest and dedicated but no, I can't forgive. I guess I don't have the character that she does.
She's the best.
She's not bitter. Although I am.
She knows that she has always been honest. She has never cheated. She has never lied.
She and I have both worked at it day and night for over 10 years.
She says she had her good times and has no regrets.
She wants to remain friends but I don't.
She has a lot of memories and memorabilia and has made a lot of friends during the marriage.
She just wants to go on with her life.
She wants a new beginning. Me too.
Times change and what seemed like a great marriage at one point in time, suddenly finds you unable to speak with each other.
Everything becomes an adversarial relationship.
She has received some notes from people and has been told that she is making the right decision.
They wish they had the courage to do what she has done.
But I know she'll survive.
I know that she will be a happier person and get to enjoy a life that she richly deserves.
And, I know I'll be right beside her all of the time.
............Oh, she's not getting the divorce from me. No, I hope I didn't confuse you.
Pattye has decided to leave the Dallas Morning News.
Her relationship will end on a professional note.
She doesn't want me to voice my anger in this blog and I will respect her wishes.
She will always remain a honest, dedicated and forgiving person.
I wish I could say the same for myself. I am honest and dedicated but no, I can't forgive. I guess I don't have the character that she does.
She's the best.
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