A year ago today, I was recovering from surgery @ Wilkes-Barre General Hospital the night before to reattach both of my ruptured quadriceps tendons incurred in a fall at my parent's home.
A year later? Doing just fine, folks.
A year later? Doing just fine, folks.
Thirty-three years earlier, on the exact same 40' x 100' lot in the Mayflower section of Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, I experienced another event that changed my life.
Forever.
Forever.
I've debated going to this place for several years.
But I now know it's time.
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Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Lyrics by Kansas
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