Wednesday, November 02, 2005
When Grundy leaves the island for long periods of time, the neighborhood watering hole is just not the same. The kids love him. Dwane and I treasure him.
His wit and savy are flames to moths like me. His stories are priceless and his poetry is riveting.
"One One was a race horse and One Two was one too, when One One won one, One Two won one too!"
He's going to leave us briefly again for the mainland. Sure wish he lived here instead, but hey, he's got a life!