Bravo!

Few can appeal, as you have done, to the man and chlid of me: get us jumping
(so to speak) happily, and nodding in unison.

When I think of death, I usually regret I won't be around to read my
epitaph. Your verse did me good, better actually, limned the crux of my play
in the disability movement--a boost to a tired warrior, a splendid send off
into literary immortality, a reassurance that the hard battles were
noteworthy, a certainty that a sublime brilliant other comes forward.

The magnanimity of you lightens this old man's passage.

A single malt raised to you, Sir Deri!

Cheers,

Sir ISM, Ret.

----- Original Message -----
From: "Deri James" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, May 26, 2000 6:12 PM
Subject: Re: Striped! (Was: Eugenics through fear. Corrections!)


>                   "I. S. Margolis" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > Lance I've got.  It's no longer as easy to carry the heft or
> > scabbard it.
>
>                  "Margolis's Mangonel"
>
> Mr ISM, the bold knight of old
> Tooled up, if the truth were now told
>    With shield at his side
>    His wheelchair would glide
> Lanceing The TABs was his primary goal!
>
> Once, when the street was really quite mucky,
> A Glenfidich had made him more plucky.
>    On seeing Clint Eastwood
>    His axe now felt real good
> ISM asked him - "Are you feeling lucky?"
>
> Cheers,
>
> --
> Deri James
> Slam a revolving door today!
>