I hope you are all well. I am healthy and prosperous, by God's grace. Not too many editorial notes here at the beginning, aside from the usual request to drop me a line sometime if you happen to be reading these words. And this year I'm going to name names of those who I'd really like to hear from especially. Here goes: If you happen to have the last name of Martin, or knew someone by that name when you went to Grove City College, then i would particularly enjoy hearing from you. Zap, Pony-Express, or call, if you are so inclined; you (and also everybody else who happens to be reading this) may reach me using the information below.
Also, this is the first time i’ve ever used a different software package to compose this newsletter; Heretofore, i’ve been using Geoworks/Newdeal, now I am using CorelDraw 8. Okay, editor's cap off, remembering cap on...
It's been a year...
The last six months of 2000 were a time of remembrance and gratitude for me. Everyday i could not help but look back to the same day exactly one year before and be astounded at how much my situation had improved in the intervening 366 days (2000 was a leap year, don't forget!). And to make sure i never forget how bad i had it the second half of 1999, God saw fit to inspire my very favorite songster, Bill Mallonee, with a song that i could've and would've written, if i had had the energy and the inspiration. Just refer back to my newsletter from a year ago (F.W.E., Winter 2000; ask me for a back issue if you would like one) as you read the following lyrics and marvel at the amazing commonality...
by Bill Mallonee and the Vigilantes of Love
The river's high, and the bridge is out
A nagging doubt, you're all alone
Cannot scrape it out of your bones.
Something warm is going cold
Something young is growing old
All the doors are slamming shut
All the windows boarded up
I'm going South, it's all i see
Don't like what it's doing to me
It makes you less than you should be
I'm going south by slow degrees
Another page that we turn
Another bridge we all burn
A safety net you cannot find
Another shining axe to grind
I'm going South, it's all i see
Don't like what it's doing to me
It makes you less than you should be
I'm going south by slow degrees
I love this life, I love your part
I love your eyes, honey look in my heart
But here is where it's blown to bits
Say your lines and i guess that's it
I'm going South, it's all i see
Don't like what it's doing to me
It makes you less than you should be
I'm going south by slow degrees
