Tho we be like strands of nettle, each with his own drop of particular poison, tho over the years we have tangled now and then like tomcats in the alley....
Be it not the beauty and allure of this gathering of writers to appreciate and admire the difference found within?
T'were it not for the likes of Francis this site would lack bite, would lack spice and would lose much of its' erstwhile attraction.
So wherefore art thou Frank?
I miss your stuff. I miss your sharp tongue...
I miss your intellect and repartee!
Wherefore art thou Francis?
M.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
Tho we be like strands of nettle, each with his own drop of particular poison, tho over the years we have tangled now and then like tomcats in the alley....
Be it not the beauty and allure of this gathering of writers to appreciate and admire the difference found within?
T'were it not for the likes of Francis this site would lack bite, would lack spice and would lose much of its' erstwhile attraction.
So wherefore art thou Frank?
I miss your stuff. I miss your sharp tongue...
I miss your intellect and repartee!
Wherefore art thou Francis?
M.
Many, many moons ago we lost another who just vanished like Frank.
He had a similar style to Frank, just as searching, slightly less acidic but like Frank his contributions were very edifying and widely appreciated.
I speak of "JP".
Long gone, much missed and richly remembered.
M.
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