Friends, I have said it all in so many threads. This man --- this man. He set the bar--the standard.---Having him gone --- it just cannot, will not, sink in for me. Right now, tonight, I'm thinking of Walt Whitman:


"I depart as air
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again
Look under you boot souls
You'll hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless
And filter and fiber your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first
Keep encouraged.
Missing me one place,
Search another.
I stop somewhere ---
Waiting for you."

Walt Whitman

(Art Thieme)