WHO will believe my verse in time to come  
If it were fill’d with your most high deserts?  
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb  
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.  
If I could write the beauty of your eyes  
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,  
The age to come would say, ‘This poet lies;  
Such heavenly touches ne’er touch’d earthly faces.’  
So should my papers, yellow’d with their age,  
Be scorn’d, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term’d a poet’s rage  
And stretched metre of an antique song:  
But were some child of yours alive that time,  
You should live twice,—in it and in my rime.

~ William Shakespear


I wish I were as eloquent as the Bard. But there are days I miss my friend and I see his name on the board everyday and just need to post something. Both hobbiests and providers alike are very fortunate to have such a gentleman in your midsts. I have long since retired but Fortitude was one of my last experiences within this realm and the memories are sweet.

Take care of him and keep him well. The Merry Wenches of the West Coast need him in good shape for his next visit.

xoxoxox
Lass