tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post8839703602198582388..comments2023-06-17T01:00:23.437-07:00Comments on Slow Food Waltz: Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-67941312072123446542008-06-17T22:52:00.000-07:002008-06-17T22:52:00.000-07:00By the way.... is that Jim's response... or Mark? ...By the way.... is that Jim's response... or Mark? Sure sounds like Jim!!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-60821038176234584142008-06-17T22:51:00.000-07:002008-06-17T22:51:00.000-07:00Jim,Thanks for posting that response. You're a won...Jim,<BR/><BR/>Thanks for posting that response. You're a wonderful writer! I love your response here! I can just see you as a kid with your bologna sandwich- the crusts slapped with yellow mustard in one hand and holding a styrofoam cup of nightcrawlers in the other... and a sunburn blooming on your cheeks and your tube-socks bunched up at your knobby ankles.<BR/><BR/>Love it!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-60944491761131121942008-06-17T10:06:00.000-07:002008-06-17T10:06:00.000-07:00Jen, after reading this excerpt my mind was immedi...Jen, after reading this excerpt my mind was immediately flooded with memories of that wonderful place. The smell of the mint growing creekside, the heat of the sun roasting pine needles and grasses, the feel of piscene slime on my hands which somehow always ended up being transferred to my balogna sandwhich. Magical times indeed. Thanks for posting that. Your stories act as a sort of diving rod for me, pointing me to the wellspring of my life. Thanks.vikinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12114968206961820797noreply@blogger.com