There’s a price to paid, even for the mostly vicarious life, even one in the cheap seats; a price that is paid, as often as not, by someone else. – HT
Posted in Things of Value
Tagged 9/11, Christianity, Flight 11, pilot, Steve Scheibner
ARL readers will have noted the recent posting regarding the unfortunate death of my dog Jake. Mrs. T expressed surprise that I hadn’t said any more and, I suppose, I wasn’t ready to do so at that time. Here and now, I present a more appropriate epitaph.
Jake, more properly “Salmac’s More Than Jake“, was bred to be a first class hunting dog. His blood lines were fairly impressive, including several dual (field and show) champions and at least one national dual champion. As Brittanies go, he was from pretty good stock. But, just as important to me, he was also a gift, given by a new friend and neighbor who, despite his own many flaws, understood that such generosity was a keystone to opportunity. And, this gift, was certainly that.
