love you madly

[telebob x]

My Fellow Ghettans-

I am not going anywhere, Melvin Laird or no Melvin Laird.

During this latest whirl of onagain offagain ism, I realized how most of you 
exist somewhere in your own little 'shrine of memory' (to use a Hickey 
phrase) somewhere in my brain.  We may be a 'virtual' community, but we are 
more than that...dear friends, we almost all knew each other BEFORE there 
was an Internet and time and distance separated us into our own microcosms.  
We were an 'actual' community at one time. That is part of why I stick 
around.  At one point in my life I chose many of our membership as friends, 
(or for some inexplicable reason they chose me), I still feel that way.  The 
discourse we enjoy on this list each morning fills an hour almost the way 
our old bullshit sessions over coffee at the Texas Union used to do. I do 
miss Belmer, and wish some of our more creative and whacked out souls were 
contributing, but that might make the volume almost impossible to take. Too 
many of us are gone already (Joe Brown, Tony Bell, Lieuen, Byron Black, Win 
Pratt, and so on), but perhaps heaven IS what survives of us in the memories 
of those we've known. If that is true, then let us be careful with one 
another. We are all more fragile than we think.
I do not know Don Laird, I do not know how many of us do. The world is full 
of ideas, but just because I do not share many of his is no reason to boot 
him.  To boot him because he does not have a cubbyhole in my memory of time 
and place is another matter. If it were my decision, he would be ignored 
(and booted) as easily as I pass a William F. Buckley column in the paper, 
however, if Don is a friend of one of one of my friends, then I have to give 
him some cachet. I respect my friends, even the ones I think are insane. So, 
I put myself in neutral on the issue.  I just don't need to read what he has 
to say, and he should stay. (Besides, Jon needs someone who thinks his ideas 
are tenable...ooh Masked Meanie you did it again.)

And while you are up, could you bring me a cinnamon roll?

Hey look, here comes Philip Trussell, wait a minute, that's the ghost of Joe 
Hill....

telebob

" i dreamed a dream and it made me sad
thinkin of myself, and the first few friends i had..."



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