(Ralph Stanley)
In an earlier post, mi sobrino Charles wrote about how he single-handedly had taken a tequila-making family hostage, and demanded their entire stock.
Wait.
He didn't?
Anyway, in that post, I wrote this:
"But I can say that I am lucky enough to have been born into a family of corazones cariñosos gigantes..."
To share the warmth, here's my sister Julie:
Hi Johnny Russia,
My Flagstaff friend sent me a whole thing by George Carlin and this quote was at the bottom of it. I giggled, read it again and giggled, and thought of you!
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting '...holy sh*t, what a ride!'"
Love You,
Peanut
As with all legends, Julie has earned a nickname--from me, anyway--and it is "Peanut".
The finest of all the nuts...
Familia.
Nada pero amor.
I hate planning, but--if able--I can unequivocally say that I have zero intention of arriving safely, I will be skidding in sideways, I'll certainly be worn out, and I'll be shouting louder than John "DoubleTalk" McBush III at his doped-up, beer heiress trollop of a wife...
Blue skies...
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