"And indeed there will be time,MikeDennison wrote: ↑Mon Nov 23, 2020 4:58 pmBro, I don't think I've smoked my clay since you left.Citizen B wrote: ↑Mon Nov 23, 2020 4:24 pmThe whale has landed.MikeDennison wrote: ↑Mon Nov 23, 2020 6:02 am
Sure, there were things about some of yer posts, [mention]Citizen B[/mention], that were WKish...but I'd never have thought you were The WK! I'm flummoxed! And happily surprised.
Hats off to ya, [mention]Houtenziel[/mention].
Welcome back, WK...glad to see ya here.
I can't wait for Claypril when we can talk clays without everyone complaining about us talking about clays. The season is the reason.
For the fragrant smoke that rises from your pipe,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
to savor all the clay pipes in your collection."
- Excerpt from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by T.S. Elliot.
After that, we can talk about measuring out our lives with coffee spoons.