Broken Dreams

This just kills me…but I just can’t do it all.

1959 Phillip Rhodes Motorsailor

Gotta give some things up. Damn job anyway…you guys know any whacko masochists with welders?

See the link: Virginia Reel Project

Dreams die hard….

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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4 Responses to Broken Dreams

  1. Phil says:

    well, don’t know that I’d call myself a masochist, but I do own a welder… do build jeeps and so on…..

    wouldn’t wanna get rid of a plasma cutter now, would ya? 😉

  2. Raine Walker says:

    A person could actually live in that thing.

  3. Jean says:

    Sorry to hear it, Dan. I recall when I first introduced myself at Papa’s website with my Think I’ll Ride Upon The Wind poem that you related to two things in that poem about yourself – One was “Riding” – your motorcycle, and the other “Sailing.”

    I must bookmark this site. I never know when this old computer will give it up – it gets slower and slower by the day – rather like me. 😉

    Buck-up, Bucko! I’ve heard the two happiest days of a boat owner’s life are the 1st day he buys a boat and the day he sells it. A boat is a black hole into which all your money is thrown…etc., etc., etc. So sad, but oh so true!

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