06 May 2006

sam at sunset


Richard sends me captivating snap of *his* faithful.

I try to save-as and all the tricks but am defeated so can't share.

We are both owned by dogs named Sam.

Shrinking world syndrome.

It's age.

I read this man's mails and blogs and disturbingly good poems and wonder how we let the good guys slip by.

Worked together, stalked the corridors of power ensemble; even sat oppposite as R conducted firmly effective confab-calls with bright vociferous colleagues on the sub.

Could've perhaps taken time to share a curry or snatched tea and delved behind the work personna but no ... had to wait til I'm safely distant across continents.