Nancy:
My friend, my companion, my lover and my wife. Her gentle eyes reflect love from pain, and
warmth from sorrow. The breadth of her gifts is matched only by the depth of her soul. A
teacher, Nancy spends her days in the often thankless task of educating the youth of New
Jersey. I know of no finer person for the job. Tom:
A fellow submariner, who is not only brilliant beyond his years, but displays a strength
of character ordinarily found only in great fictional literature. He is also my business
partner and together, we form a nigh perfect and deadly intellect (Ha-ha). =) I am
fortunate to know him. Our friendship represents that rare form of camaraderie which only
develops in foxholes, or Nuclear Submarines at sea (the later being our sentence). There
on board. he was my mentor. The Socrates to my Plato. In a much more minor way,
Tom and I are like that classical pair. We fight like a married couple, but that is only
because he is still the only one I know who can tear down any argument or postulate of
mine with regularity... and sometimes it still pisses me off ! He is the stone against
which I test the mettle of my beliefs.
John and Tracy:
In life, when one can count more than one person as his or her "best friend" (or
Fweend as Tracy would say), they are indeed lucky. I am one of those people, for here are
two of the most forgiving, caring, and understanding individuals I have ever been
fortunate enough to say I love. And they come as a package deal too! Bonus!
Yet another submariner (beginning to see a
pattern here?), John and I met in Nuclear Power School. John is such a stalwart and
steadfast a friend as ever extended a hand in need anywhere in the vast annuls of history.
I was present when he wed his beautiful wife, Tracy. I can say with some assurance, that
never was there a more perfect melding of such diverse and complimentary attributes as
that which was formed by their union.This fact can be seen in their three children, two of
which I am Godfather to.
Tracy...well...Tigger is somewhat of an
eclectic comic genius herself (what have most in common) and displays sixth sense
abilities (I deliberately omit the word Psychic here), which would cause any self
respecting wiccan priestess to contemplate another line of work. I love her dearly and
have never connected with anyone in quite the same way as I have with her.
My world would be indeed darker were it not
for them.....
Jim:
Both witty and personable, upon first meeting him, you just know you want to go out
drinking with the guy. He is chief engineer at the College Avenue Central Heating Facility
here at Rutgers. Despite the best efforts of his former supervisor to sabotage his career,
Jim worked his way to the top. Utilizing both tenacity and technical expertise, he has
become the foremost authority on one of the oldest thermal energy distribution systems in
the country.
Don:
What do I say about Him. My oldest friend. Don and I chewed on the same dirt playing
soccer while growing up. I cannot remember a time when he was not there. I hope I never
will.
Peter:
Peter and I went through Hell and back together. We met due to the simultaneous
disintegration of our lives many years ago. We both made it through. I in large part due
to him. He is far better to me than I deserve.
Dewey and Gail:
Yet one more submariner and his wife. Dewey is much like Don. Always there. The truest of
friends. Gail....well...to know Gail is to love her. She is the funniest person I
know....besides maybe Tracy.
Cyber friends who
bridge the rift....
During my many travels through Cybernia, I
have come across many individuals of note. The people below are shining examples of what
is Good about the web.
Though I have not spoken with them in ages, they are nonetheless people who have touched
my life greatly and who I do not forget.
Cat: A wonderful
poet, she was my best critic. 'A writer writes...always"
Grasshopper (aka: Weedhopper): At
one time, my closest online pal...Wisdom personified!
Aphrodite***: Preaching the
words of Tull and Floyd from of Mount Olympus!!!
Ann: An old friend who made me
laugh.
To Not Be Alone
In a crowd full of people, one can still be
alone.
The place where we sleep, is not always home.
To fly through the storm, with nowhere to land.
To need, yet be denied, the touch of a hand.
Beat back from the fight, with nowhere to turn,
if hell were my option, I'd much rather burn...
Yet lucky are we, who know the rare gift
of a faithful companion, to bridge cross the rift.
An eye in the storm, a safe place to land.
To stand by your side, to walk hand in hand.
And Lord, how I am blessed, though so far from home.
In a crowd full of people, I'll not be alone.
You are all the best I have known... |
