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To: ManyMoose who wrote (1194)	2/15/2005 4:44:12 PM
From: Robert Douglas Hickey	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

To Doug You’re aging gracefully your natural ease, masking your anxieties, never wearing your heart on your sleeve, keeping all cards close to your vest yet not alienating never seeming you’re less than warm, storyteller, yes, but you’re a good listener, mockless, unironic, nonbelittling you’re a safe haven for confession you prefer reflection to reaction you avoid raw moments of chaos you process thoroughly prior to delivery you attempt to wrestle angst to the ground before the opening bell. A safe place carved out over every year since high school so cautious, so careful, so prudent (first RRSP – 1974). Yet you’ve tasted the ecstasy of release in music, the redemptive power three chords offer you knew the voice of the muse, the call of the blues, but never turned up the volume. Your mirror looks back at you with quiet grace, a peaceful place your order, common sense, balanced by the vicarious anarchy of rock and roll. Music through head phones reaches into your bones, but can it touch your heart? Your soul may be pacified, but is it satisfied? Please understand, I ask not to offend, you have much I envy, by staying the course of clearly marked road you’ve adroitly avoided so many pitfalls, so many pits have I fallen into through those years you smoothed your path. Perhaps this seems trite, Doug’s Life Lite, and so it must be, from the outside looking in. Not for me to sneer at the comforts of the middle class at the man who never made an enemy kept those friends who walk his path close all needs met, never fearing about your next meal a stable, solid, unwavering stroll through your life; it suits you, Doug, suits the boy in school who never offended, lots of friends but none too close never let them in too far. Now, when you express your mild discontents, do you feel the pull of recklessness, wild abandon, foolish jumps or stupid stumbles the blind need to test oneself in a fast lane to step off the fog-shrouded cliff and pray for safe landing? Yours is to stay in one place, rooting like a tree ever firmer, ever taller, commanding ever more space yours is a cumulative wisdom earned only through staying the course the reward is in knowing what comes next must be a blessing, I guess. Robert Douglas Hickey