Does any of you remember tha old boxer, that would be in training in Calthope park, so he could make a come back, poor sod, he was punch drunk, and could not keep still. even when he was standing still he would be fighting some shaddow, wonder what ever happend to him, at the time we would laugh, but later as we got older we would see the sad side of it..even today I think he was looking for something which was just out of reach, maybe he found it in death, so now he's at peace with the world, and I wonder even today how many of us are like that boxer, seeing what we want but can never get it, dream of what we want tobe, or
wanted tobe, but there are some of us who got where we wanted to go, and some of us have stood on top of that hill and thought, yepe, if only they could see me now, from old army coats to silk sheets, even I, when I see a little snotty nose kid, with his backside handing of his pants, think yes son shine, you'll make it,
because we did............J2