Sure Enough I came home from the den of the "craftsmen". O, yeah, I made it home.

Then I sat....................and I sat.................I was quite affected by the grandiosity of it all, and I wondered, "Should I be a Freemason? Should my buddy be a Freemason? I think he should!"

I retired to the questionable abode that I must consider my own, and I thought. Ah, and then...what do you reckon smarked me out of half-dreamery? The cell-phone!

"Hello?"

"Hey, Darlin'!"

"Hi."

"Y'ready to see Mark?"

I agreed, even though I was not ready. Mark is one of my Heroes, with a capital "H", and I didn't want to take the scene lightly. Well,, big dark grey clouds floated around overhead, obscuring the skies like off-purple silk sheets, and of course we went.

When we arrived at Mr. Sandman's grave-marker, I felt a little uprepared. I lit a small candle, watched it burn for about 1 minute, then said,

"Well, I think he got us,"

And that was it. Sometimes that's all there is, eh?

Anyhow......long live the writingforum, and long live YOU.

Yeah YOU.




















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