Hey there Jerry Elmer,

I can't sleep, so I thought I'd mosey over to your table instead of pacing. Got a big shock on Friday about a dear friend--an inoperable cancer diagnosis--and the news is keeping me awake. The lady is 85 years young and has had a grand life. She says she's ready to go and is downright cheerful about it. But me and the others who love her are going to be stuck living without her, and that's a very gloomy prospect.

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There IS a song about spring in New Jersey. Michael Feinstein sings it. It starts out:

"When it's apple blossom time in Orange, New Jersey,
We'll be a peach of a pair!"

Now there are some inspired lyrics...

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Ice Island, huh? It sounds like a description of when hell freezes over. However, in spite of the dangers, it probably was quite an adventure at the time.

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Okay, back to grovel before the sandman. Maybe he likes granola? I could make him a peanut butter sandwich. Guess it's time to go shopping...

Elmer