In pontificating about the death of the Peg...
Is it similar to the thirty-two year old father of two who dies a painful death from pancreatic cancer over the course of two years? A tragedy that only those who have gone through it can even imagine.
Or is it more akin to your ninety-eight year old great aunt who passes away in her sleep? You're kind of sad about it, but it was for the best, and her side of the family has the best fried chicken in the world for you at the church after the funeral.
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I see it more like when you said good bye to your first car because it no longer became practical to keep it. It was sad, there were many memories tied to it, you wished you had the means to fix it up or keep it in a barn somewhere rather than let it go. But in the end you knew that you were better off getting the mini-van.
Boy, there sure is a lot of fixation around here on the imminent doom of the web site. How about posting beauties like the good old days and sending this thing out with a bang instead of dwelling on the end? How about saving the eulogies until the last day or two?
the second one.
George,
You're the one who put a big ole' ekg looking countdown on the blog. It seems like it's demise has been made front and center (or up and right as the case may be).
I'm praying for you.
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