“Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.” Coach, parents and juniors on a trip the USTA Major Zone in Wichita Falls. Crew Commander Judah Epstein escorts the team through Mars Mission research prompting a recollection of Samuel Coleridge famous poem.
Perhaps you’ve heard of Jessica McClure. Or of Kathy Fiscus. Or of Floyd Collins – especially if you’re into the classics. Perhaps, you’ve held your breath, glued, wondering if that person will get out of that deep hole, or how, or how long it will take, and what story that person will tell if he or she emerges alive, or what you’d do if you were trapped. Here’s what The Sage says.
My Christmas Tree is tall and evergreen. Its branches are robust and prickly – the joyous energy of veritable brothers: David and Gaston, Brandon and Deivid, Misha and Pablo. My Christmas tree is sprinkled with joy dust – loads dipped from the shavings of a life alive with the love and laughter above par that of any acquired family spreading hope and cheer: Andre, Leyland, Noel, Ric, Chris, Keith, Joan, Janice, Giilan, Martha, Grace and Yvette.