It occurs to me drowning people might simply be lost under water and to them I say: Follow the bubbles, they know where they're going.
Back in once upon a time, to avoid writing letters, I wrote a quarterly newsletter filled with tasty facts about me and two stories I planned to release as serials. The first was "Bernie" and the second was "Chelsea." "Bernie" has been written as a children's book and outlined as a story for grown ups. (Grown ups who want to read about a bear with a penchant for interpretive dance and mauling campers, that is.) "Chelsea" followed the life of a breeder sow with dreams of becoming a Broadway dancer. "Chelsea" always had focus while "Bernie" has been so many different stories that I can't seem to feel the right one "Bernie" not The Bernie is heading for Patch and I hope it's a good home for him. Chelsea squeals, "Write me!" every time I see a box of Cheez-Its (her favorite snack). So, I'm setting aside Norma Timpkins' poetry, "Pillow Talk with Wisdom," "A is for Arsenic: A Handbook for Women in Love," to focus on "Chelsea" and Zazzle.
Sam died last week so you probably won't meet him any time soon. I will always treasure our Saturday nights watching "Batman" and playing Twister. RIP
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