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! >