Dear Fellow Tater Planters:
When you talk to your friends, talk to them like this is the last time you will ever speak to them. It may be the last time. --Observation of DMH Friendships are in a constant state of decline and must be maintained if they are to last. --Observation of DMH
He don't plant tatters, he don't plant cotton, and them's that plants em are soon forgotten, but Old Man River just keeps rolling along. --Lyrics from Old Man River,Show Boat
Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way . . .
Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same . . .
From the wonderful tune, Those Were the Days
by Mary Hopkin
On October 26, 2005, my mortality was in sharp focus. I suffered a TIA or stroke. I had to pull the car over to the curb and, as I sat there, I reviewed my life. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience because there was nothing of significance that I had not done. I thought, This is a good day to die, let it happen.
Three days after I got out of the hospital, it scared the bejesus out of me. I thought, Damn! You nearly cashed in your chips and you don't have any grandchildren and you have never climbed the north slope of Everest in the winter (the north slope is easy in the summer). I then vowed to encourage my children to procreate and to make a concerted effort to climb Everest in February, 2006.
Please join me in this quest. There is more to life than work and grief.
It is a joyful experience and every moment should be savored.
Donald M. Heavrin
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