It would seem a good place to sleep and not be bothered.
j.

Are you on your way to the shore for the last dip?

Fia,
I’m seventy-six years old and every one of us is headed to the same shore, I just hope the fish are biting…
Vol

Your writing always hits THE spot, Vol. Age or not, you have the sensitivity and expertise to find the right words every time you put quill to vellum! You never fail to bring emotion, guidance or humour, life experience to your writing. So and thus, dear sir, no finishing from you, please. If needs must, write fewer words but never stop.. I.. we.. all need you to keep moving, even if a little slower. Disagreeing with me is not an option 🙂

You are much admired by this amaretto soul. Remember, age is a matter of mind – if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. I echo Emma’s words. The emotion and humor you bring to an empty page is unparalleled in my book. Take care, my friend. You matter. I care!

Short and sweet — or sweaty. I’ve got to admit, Sam, we were very much alike. Thoughts always moved toward females and food, and the latter would always lose out to the former. I got a good laugh out of the ending. You’re very good at doing that.

Thanks. The story is about half true.

I love it! Like a 1970’s memory or movie! Starring Sammy Dickens as himself. Most of mine are like that unless I experiment a bit. A couple from the dude perspective and a trilogy as a dog.

Thank you so much.