Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Blood and guts drive


Oh yeah, this is important if you are in SLO. You should do this if you can.




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5 comments:

  1. Unknown1:23 PM, November 13, 2008

    Dear John and Dana,
    The blood drive is tomorrow and it looks like we'll have a great turnout. Our goal is 100 pints! The Cattlemen's Assoc. is doing the BBQ Tri-tip sandwiches and Cyle has been a tremendous help!
    You are in my thoughts and prayers! Keep your spirits high!
    Hope to see you Christmas...
    xxoo Jenn

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  2. Anonymous3:30 PM, November 15, 2008

    It feels like summer in SLO at 90+ degrees. It's just not right to be so hot this time of year. It's not right that you are sequestered in Palo Alto. Or that the state is on fire.

    Hope...the rains will come, John will return home healthy, and the CA fires will be squelched!

    Positive healing energy is flowing your way John. You are never far from our thoughts.

    Janice and Craig

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  3. Anonymous7:01 PM, November 15, 2008

    John and fellow bloggers,

    John, most amazing alpha poem, left me speechless and a lump in my throat. Good one Mac! Chrissie, no I wasn't kidnapped by Bubba. It has been a real long time since someone called me bubba, another life another time. Sorry I didn't get in on the alpha poems. Could have been performance anxiety. It seemed like you would have to start knowing what you wanted to say, I drew a blank. IN fact the sound of my voice was getting on my nerves. So in a metaphoric sense I sat in the woods under the canopy of trees secluded by underbrush and watched and listened to the cars and trucks as they passed. Measured moments documenting the passage of time. Simple repetitive actions. I cook oats for breakfast every morning. One cup x 7 days= 56oz a week x 52=2912 oz a year x 17 years= 49,504 oz. Across the bridge I traverse 2x daily at least 10 times a week x 52 weeks x 10years 5,200 trips across and back to, from where I began, in the beginning.
    The wind surges shakes the remaining leaves scatters them, helter skelter while I listen to the music of Ali Farka Toure. Back to the roadside.

    Mo

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  4. Anonymous4:14 AM, November 16, 2008

    hi Mo
    don't blame Chrissie, it was me suspicious of Bubba. I know it's hard to tell us all apart, but I am the one who lives in the same house as you, eats half the oats but can't do the math on for how many years or lifetimes.
    yeah, that would be:
    pat

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  5. Anonymous12:24 PM, November 16, 2008

    Pat & Mo,

    I think you guys are a hoot. Mo, yer poemry leaves me wondering how the mind translates all of those things into prose. Hell, I have trouble simply being lucid most of the time. Hmm, I guess that might explain that tilted-head, puppy kind a look I get from TLW now and them.

    Down in these parts, Bubba is always nearby. He’s more likely to pat (pun intended) you on the back though than abduct you.

    So John, how are you doing?

    Mac

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