Steve Kurtz
Dec 29th, 2001, 11:02 AM
...love, beauty, poetry, harmony, and peace.
...kindness, patience, righteousness, and tolerance.
...rock and roll, Saturday nights, cheeseburgers, Asbury Park, and dancing like nobody's watching.
...long lost friends, new-found friends, those who may have forgotten the sanctity of friendship, and the friends we've yet to meet.
...the joy of giving, the joy of anticipation, the joy of smiling, and the joy of waking up next to your sweetheart, and gently kissing them awake.
...the children in our lives, who make us feel younger and older at the same time, but always more human because of their very existence.
...the will to live, the need for justification, and the sense of purpose that should be paramount to every breath we take.
...a good meal that satisfies and fortifies with every bite.
...knowing the difference between right and wrong, and realizing that it's better to be happily ensconced IN bars rather then BEHIND them.
...Cliff Firestone. 1947-1998. We've all known and loved a Cliff Firestone in our lives. I hope yours is still available to warm your soul. Unfortunately, mine is not. A great friend is truly a blessing. Cliffie, you're missed so much and it hurts every day. And you are loved as though you never went away. Keep smiling on me, my brother...I know you're there.
...candles and the light and warmth they bring. Something so simple, something so beautiful.
...bubble baths and the pleasure of soaking in one with a hot washcloth draped over your face, and a soft robe to hug you when you're done.
...comfortable slippers, too.
...roads that never end when all you wanna do is drive and drive and drive...
...the spirit of New York.
...John and George.
...all of you reading this, and all of you who aren't. And finally...
...whoever or whatever is responsible for all this...like the old joke goes, if all of humanity were buried in one mass grave, the epitaph on the tombstone would read..."it seemed like a good idea at the time"...well, don't give up on us yet. Please. We may continue to be a work in progress, but for every hell we create of our own doing, we long in our hearts for the heaven you have promised. Perhaps in the coming year, we'll read the instructions a little more carefully, and take more time to try and get it right. Your design was perfection...we're still striving. I hope.
But I'm jessayin'...and mighty damn thankful that I can.
And please feel free to add whatever you might to enhance this list. I wanna know what YOU'RE thinking...
Peace and love to all you Tramps.
...kindness, patience, righteousness, and tolerance.
...rock and roll, Saturday nights, cheeseburgers, Asbury Park, and dancing like nobody's watching.
...long lost friends, new-found friends, those who may have forgotten the sanctity of friendship, and the friends we've yet to meet.
...the joy of giving, the joy of anticipation, the joy of smiling, and the joy of waking up next to your sweetheart, and gently kissing them awake.
...the children in our lives, who make us feel younger and older at the same time, but always more human because of their very existence.
...the will to live, the need for justification, and the sense of purpose that should be paramount to every breath we take.
...a good meal that satisfies and fortifies with every bite.
...knowing the difference between right and wrong, and realizing that it's better to be happily ensconced IN bars rather then BEHIND them.
...Cliff Firestone. 1947-1998. We've all known and loved a Cliff Firestone in our lives. I hope yours is still available to warm your soul. Unfortunately, mine is not. A great friend is truly a blessing. Cliffie, you're missed so much and it hurts every day. And you are loved as though you never went away. Keep smiling on me, my brother...I know you're there.
...candles and the light and warmth they bring. Something so simple, something so beautiful.
...bubble baths and the pleasure of soaking in one with a hot washcloth draped over your face, and a soft robe to hug you when you're done.
...comfortable slippers, too.
...roads that never end when all you wanna do is drive and drive and drive...
...the spirit of New York.
...John and George.
...all of you reading this, and all of you who aren't. And finally...
...whoever or whatever is responsible for all this...like the old joke goes, if all of humanity were buried in one mass grave, the epitaph on the tombstone would read..."it seemed like a good idea at the time"...well, don't give up on us yet. Please. We may continue to be a work in progress, but for every hell we create of our own doing, we long in our hearts for the heaven you have promised. Perhaps in the coming year, we'll read the instructions a little more carefully, and take more time to try and get it right. Your design was perfection...we're still striving. I hope.
But I'm jessayin'...and mighty damn thankful that I can.
And please feel free to add whatever you might to enhance this list. I wanna know what YOU'RE thinking...
Peace and love to all you Tramps.