One of my friends, Dr. Frank Castellano sent me this poem by Englishman W.H. Auden

To James:

Stop all the clocks; cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message:
He is dead
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves
Let the traffic policeman wear black cotten gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song:
I thought that love would last forever:
I was wrong.

And I still love you

A year ago tonight I was getting ready to go to San Diego for a business trip. Around 3 am we were woken up by a phone call from Joseph (it was about 11 am at Joe's time). Ray was in a panic when he heard Joe's voice, and then he said "Do you know what time it is here", and then Ray said "no, no now that you have woken us what's the problem"?

Joe was worried about unauthorized use of his bank account (which never happened) - the stupid little details we worry about as mere mortals.

I have woken up to the following James Taylor song the last few mornings - and I still love him:
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Well the sun is surely sinking down, but the moon is slowly rising.
So this old world must still be spinning round and I still love you.

So close your eyes, you can close your eyes, it's all right.
I don't know no love songs and I can't sing the blues anymore.
But I can sing this song and you can sing this song when youre gone.

It won't be long before another day, we gonna have a good time.
And no one's gonna take that time away. You can stay as long as you like.

So close your eyes, you can close your eyes, it's all right.
I don't know no love songs and I can't sing the blues anymore.
But I can sing this song and you can sing this song when I'm gone