Remember! * twas the night before christmas, * he lived all alone, * in a one bedroom house made of * plaster and stone. * i had come down the chimney * with presents to give, * and to see just who * in this home did live. * * i looked all about, * a strange sight i did see...

A poem my 16yr old daughter wrote. My eldest brother took his own life on the 2nd of October and she had never met him. Wikus RIP (17/10/1966-02/10/2011) TO IAAN: No memories No shared laughter Just empty Too many years lost Too late to wish them back I wanted a chance to say...

Well...(I used to write "poems", for our old ski clubs, newsletters, had my own page..relive the weekend trips, or week long plane trips, out west..(DAMN.. I LOVE TAHOE!) Sent my Merc guru a Saturday pic, here, and he built the crank up Merc, while I did the bare hull rigging. And between us, in...