http://www.comfortbrothers.com/2009/12/thanks-and-discovery/ Playing with knives & fire...in your kitchen. Comfort Brothers- personal chefs. Tue, 10 Jan 2012 17:08:33 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.5 hourly 1 http://www.comfortbrothers.com/2009/12/thanks-and-discovery/comment-page-1/#comment-51 Rickie Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:28:20 +0000 http://www.comfortbrothers.com/?p=371#comment-51 Oh, my dear Phil. After my dad died in May, I found a passage he had written in a book of poetry to my mother when they were in their mid-20's. What a discovery that he embraced poetry, this fella who made his way through life as a salesman. All we can do is thank those guys from the Greatest Generation for putting us here, and allowing us to grow up to have the best taste in friends. Now, knock it off! Oh, my dear Phil. After my dad died in May, I found a passage he had written in a book of poetry to my mother when they were in their mid-20’s. What a discovery that he embraced poetry, this fella who made his way through life as a salesman. All we can do is thank those guys from the Greatest Generation for putting us here, and allowing us to grow up to have the best taste in friends.
Now, knock it off!

]]> http://www.comfortbrothers.com/2009/12/thanks-and-discovery/comment-page-1/#comment-12 michael Wed, 02 Dec 2009 20:05:42 +0000 http://www.comfortbrothers.com/?p=371#comment-12 "The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike." Ralph Ellison said that, and I cannot think of truer words. When we write, all we do is look back. What we see are the lines we trace when our eyes look there. Granddaddy is your line, my line. His eyes, your eyes, mine. The world moves, our eyes turn with it. We wake up to a new day after an old one is done. This is why our work is never done. This is why the lines I see are traced with a pen.... “The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.” Ralph Ellison said that, and I cannot think of truer words. When we write, all we do is look back. What we see are the lines we trace when our eyes look there. Granddaddy is your line, my line. His eyes, your eyes, mine. The world moves, our eyes turn with it. We wake up to a new day after an old one is done. This is why our work is never done. This is why the lines I see are traced with a pen….

]]> http://www.comfortbrothers.com/2009/12/thanks-and-discovery/comment-page-1/#comment-11 Jim Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:42:15 +0000 http://www.comfortbrothers.com/?p=371#comment-11 My brother Bill is always too hard on himself... If your Dad dreamed of being a writer, then he fulfilled it! And you found out that he did, and received a gift of affirmation! You didn't say he dreamed of being "published," did you? Hell, anyone can do that. You and your boys are his published legacy. Now, pass the gin, and Happy Thanksgiving! My brother Bill is always too hard on himself… If your Dad dreamed of being a writer, then he fulfilled it! And you found out that he did, and received a gift of affirmation! You didn’t say he dreamed of being “published,” did you? Hell, anyone can do that. You and your boys are his published legacy. Now, pass the gin, and Happy Thanksgiving!

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