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We left Patrons tonight, came back to the apartment and knocked on a neighbor's door to give her some flowers.
Within an hour, 4 of us were sitting on the floor, 5 were standing and we were telling stories, exchanging jokes, and having simple fun.
After one month, we will all have gone our separate ways. But for a short time, we were a group, and we had this night.
It was so special!

The memories of a old man are the deeds of himself in his prime
He suffers in gloom in his sickroom, and talks to himself till he dies.
Life is a short warm moment and death is a long cold rest
You give it a trie try but in the twinkling of your eye
Goes eighty years, if unlucky, much less

So all aboard for the life's tour, maybe you'll make it to the top
But watch how you go, you may find it hard to get off

You are the angel of death and I am the dead man's son
He died like a mole in a fox hole with everyone still in the run
And who masters the fox hounds? When has the hunt begun?
Who calls the tune in your courtroom? Who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a old man are the deeds of himself in his prime
He suffers in gloom in his sickroom, and talks to himself till he dies.

STAY
Stay and help me to end the day and if you don't mind we'll taste a bottle of wine
Stick around, we'll put one down, because I wanna find what lies behind those blue eyes
Midnight blue burning gold, the yellow moon is growing cold

I rise, looking through my morning eyes, surprised to find you by my side
I rack my brain to remember your name, to find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dues, newborn day midnight blue turn to gray,
Midnight blue burning gold, the yellow moon has grown cold

If you weren't aware, Hinckley shot Ronald Reagan in the 80's. He wanted to get Jodie Foster's attention.

To: John Hinckley
From: Mrs. Nancy Reagan

My family and I wanted to drop you a short note to tell you how pleased we are with the great strides you are making in your recovery.
In our country's spirit of understanding and forgiveness, we want you to know that we bear no grudge against you for shooting President Reagan.
We are fully aware that mental stress and pain could have driven you to such an act of desperation. We're confident that you will soon make a
complete recovery and return to your family to join the world again as a healthy and productive man.

Best wishes,
Nancy Reagan & Family

P.S. While you have been incarcerated, Barack Obama has been banging Jodie Foster like a screen door in a tornado. You might want to look into that.

A husband and wife are shopping in their local supermarket.
The husband picks up a case of Budweiser and puts it in their cart.
Wife - "What do you think you're doing?"
Husband - "They're on sale, only $10 for 24 cans,"
Wife - "Put them back! We can't afford them,"
They carry on shopping.
A few aisles farther on
the woman picks up a $20 jar of face cream and puts it in the basket.
Husband - "What do you think you're doing?"
Wife - "Its my face cream. It makes me look beautiful,"
Husband - "So does 24 cans of Budweiser, and it's half the price."
**Clean up on Aisle 25. We have a husband down!

Music - The sounds that heal the soul. I think everything the heart needs to know is in a song somewhere.
Yesterday was such a sad day. Everything I saw and heard until I left is like a recording. It will be etched in my mind and I won't forget any of it.
I'm wondering where John Denver, Dan Fogelberg and Michael Jackson went.
But most of all, I'm wondering where yesterday went.
Like a song, those yesterdays will come up in my mind for years to come.
I don't have a song for it, but if I did, it would be country.