The Measure of a Man

is how much he is missed the instant he has left. Memories are made of this.

Bon Voyage Dear Friend. We’ll see you as soon as humanly possible.

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6 Responses to The Measure of a Man

  1. CallMeAl says:

    Fair skies and following winds in your sails until we meet again.

  2. Paula says:

    The photograph is endearing, and I don’t even know the story. But the table looks full of life and the smile on your subject is so genuine and has a hint of bashfulness or perhaps modesty . . . ? Wonderful, lively photograph.

  3. mary says:

    I hope that this simply means that you are taking a break–you will be missed (a lot).

  4. inigo says:

    That was the best week end, my friend.
    Thanks for having me.
    And now, let’s write a book.

  5. barG says:

    Wonderful picture of what looks like the best combination: good food, good times with family and friends. Best wishes to Mr. E.
    BarbaraG

  6. Mary, I was saying goodbye to an old friend who is on his way home to Spain.

    Iñigo, I started yesterday working from your notes! Many thanks.

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