Season's Greetings!2005
December 22, 2005
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.

Humbly yours,

Donald M. Heavrin

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