<html><div style='background-color:'><P>My Dearest Baron Ulf.......you, Sir, are a philosopher as well as one of the finest men i have had the pleasure of knowing. I would love to have your permission to publish that observation in one of my newspapers. Am still offering up prayer on your behalf and may you have many years of Chocolate Moments ahead of you.</P>
<P>Ld. Cormac<BR><BR></P><BR><BR><BR>
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From: <I>Ulf Gunnarsson <ulfie@cox.net></I><BR>Reply-To: <I>Barony of Namron Mailing List <namron@ansteorra.org></I><BR>To: <I>namron@ansteorra.org</I><BR>Subject: <I>[Namron] Chocolate moments</I><BR>Date: <I>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 17:12:21 -0500</I><BR>>So while I was in the hospital, post-surgery medication thick in my<BR>>veins, a thought struck me. Chocolates are the commas in the grand<BR>>run-on sentence of life.<BR>><BR>>Now that I'm home (surgery okay, recovering nicely), I realize that this<BR>>isn't that bad a statement, as long as you expand it a little.<BR>>Chocolates, fresh coffee, the smell of old books, turning the TV on just<BR>>in time to catch your favorite show, chance meetings with old<BR>>friends, ... the list goes on. Those are the commas, the little pauses,<BR>>in the long run-on sentence of life that make it
manageable.<BR>><BR>>The SCA has given me many of these, and that includes just about<BR>>everyone reading this. You have my thanks.<BR>><BR>>And now back to my fresh coffee...<BR>>Ulfie<BR>><BR>>_______________________________________________<BR>>Namron mailing list<BR>>Namron@ansteorra.org<BR>>http://lists.ansteorra.org/listinfo.cgi/namron-ansteorra.org<BR></FONT></BLOCKQUOTE></div></html>