The poets tell us 'tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. This time tomorrow, Valentine's Day, there are probably a not inconsiderable number of folks who'd like to pop one of those poets right in the nose.
The San Antonio Zoo, which I visited once in the early spring of 1975 while enjoying (their word not mine) all the amenities of Lackland Air Force Base, have a fund-raiser just in time for Cupid's moment that helps their bottom-line and also addresses concerns about what becomes of the broken-hearted.
Too extreme? Well, maybe, but in the words of Mike Primavera, you are never alone on Valentine's Day if you're near a lake and have bread.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Showing posts with label It's the Thought That Counts. Show all posts
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Thursday, February 13, 2020
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