Originally posted by Brad from Georgia:
"First the tide...rushes in...plants a kiss...on the shore,
Then roars...out to sea...and the sea...
is very still once more...."
Brad "that's righteous, brother" from Georgia
I'm extremely unlikely, due to temperament in situation, to travel to your neck o' the woods, and I don't know how likely you are ever to visit my ol' home town... But, oh, my gosh, how I'd love to meet you and stand you a drink.
Oh, how I love the internet age!
(Actually, I was in Atlanta once, for a training class, ever so long ago... There may be hope!)
Silas (hopelessly off topic) Sparkhammer
When on music's mighty pinion, souls of men to heaven rise,
Then both vanish earth's dominion, man is native to the skies.