tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post6602398051632265901..comments2023-07-28T06:47:24.914-07:00Comments on Art Rat : My scarf inhabits meCharlotte Hildebrandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13310644342254839103noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-81577276857777007792016-05-13T08:30:17.690-07:002016-05-13T08:30:17.690-07:00Wow, thank you Susan. Maybe we can buy a little pi...Wow, thank you Susan. Maybe we can buy a little pied a terré for 2.2. mil. overlooking the park? (hahaha) Your words mean a lot to me, thank you.Charlotte Hildebrandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310644342254839103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-5323760188055472072016-05-13T04:12:47.834-07:002016-05-13T04:12:47.834-07:00i want to go back right this minute, to sit in the...i want to go back right this minute, to sit in the sun in the park with you and alice and remember what it was like to be young and wild. this is beautiful writing, btw. stunning.susan t. landryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454487318141469849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-4288460188357687762016-05-12T07:54:32.530-07:002016-05-12T07:54:32.530-07:00Thank you Out walking the dog. I would say your pa...Thank you Out walking the dog. I would say your part of town is still basically the same, with nature holding its own, even thriving above and beyond! Charlotte Hildebrandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310644342254839103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-91096335780149109602016-05-12T06:09:58.773-07:002016-05-12T06:09:58.773-07:00Wonderful post. Condolences on your scarf. I wonde...Wonderful post. Condolences on your scarf. I wonder about the heishi beads my father gave me that slipped off my neck in the mile walk between my house and my boyfriend's in Portland Oregon in, oh, 1974 or 5. Still your loss is our gain, since the scarf's disappearance led you to write this lovely post. Out Walking the Doghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01937070279830405605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-65442248883857035902016-05-11T07:46:49.943-07:002016-05-11T07:46:49.943-07:00thank you anonymousthank you anonymousCharlotte Hildebrandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310644342254839103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-86244746364805110482016-05-11T07:46:20.499-07:002016-05-11T07:46:20.499-07:00Yes, I do remember, it seems like yesterday but ye...Yes, I do remember, it seems like yesterday but yesterday is so far gone. We bob and smile here too you know, it's just that we're in our cars. xoxo<br />Charlotte Hildebrandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13310644342254839103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-46843039158615530642016-05-10T23:46:30.898-07:002016-05-10T23:46:30.898-07:00Love this! Love this! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863176786688816306.post-13631788634445446492016-05-10T14:58:20.553-07:002016-05-10T14:58:20.553-07:00Ah, Charlotte-- I mourn your loss for what cannot ...Ah, Charlotte-- I mourn your loss for what cannot be retrieved... thrill to see the city your eyes again. Remember when a kid bobbing and smiling to him/herself on the train meant drugs or demonic possession? Radii Publishinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16217719681336062328noreply@blogger.com