tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334477150153572969.post4264690598589756071..comments2023-11-02T08:34:01.133-04:00Comments on SAM Online: How Will it End?Chris Meehanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07829393951782496677noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334477150153572969.post-69793972824313730882008-02-18T10:37:00.000-05:002008-02-18T10:37:00.000-05:00No, but my father was a piano MOVER, so...No, but my father was a piano MOVER, so...Chris Meehanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07829393951782496677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334477150153572969.post-23219735224648512642008-02-18T00:23:00.000-05:002008-02-18T00:23:00.000-05:00There is no way this winter is *ever* going to end...There is no way this winter is *ever* going to end as long as that groundhog keeps seeing his shadow. I don't see any way out of it. He's got to be stopped. And I have to stop him.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334477150153572969.post-13861253604618913922008-02-17T23:43:00.000-05:002008-02-17T23:43:00.000-05:00you moved me, manyou moved me, manAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334477150153572969.post-27945804398404918522008-02-17T19:35:00.000-05:002008-02-17T19:35:00.000-05:00When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter ...When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.The Ghost of L. Ron Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05651464381540501607noreply@blogger.com