tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924699.post114698076987952786..comments2023-04-06T04:41:03.714-06:00Comments on Mountain Home Companion: Best Friends.Kim in Traininghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10401848207871769424noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924699.post-1147717823675283892006-05-15T12:30:00.000-06:002006-05-15T12:30:00.000-06:00That's way more than I can remember. That's very g...That's way more than I can remember. That's very good. Well, someday when Mitch & I "dig up" our downstairs! Like an archeological excavation.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16762350341641172845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924699.post-1147583927524844452006-05-13T23:18:00.000-06:002006-05-13T23:18:00.000-06:00I do remember the song. I might even be able to p...I do remember the song. I might even be able to play it, given a piano and a little time to work out the rough spots in my memory. Somewhere in the past couple of years my box of cassetes disappeared, along with all the letters. I blame the garage fire. I'll never know everything that was taken and dumped as unsalvageable, but those tapes (and the dozens and dozens of music cassettes, sermons, speeches, etc.) simply vanished. Bummer.<BR/><BR/>The song went like this:<BR/><BR/>All my life I remember hearing<BR/>Jesus Christ, crucified for me<BR/>But just like a butterfly I went floating along, I thought I was free.<BR/><BR/>Then I was called to an old man's bedside,<BR/>He was dying in agony,<BR/>And just like a butterfly I could no longer be<BR/>I wasn't free.<BR/><BR/>The rest is slow in returning to my memory.Kim in Traininghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10401848207871769424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924699.post-1147351350086415652006-05-11T06:42:00.000-06:002006-05-11T06:42:00.000-06:00Thank you - I'm honored! One of my favorite memori...Thank you - I'm honored! <BR/>One of my favorite memories is receiving your "audio letters" on cassette tapes after I returned to Japan and playing them over and over and over. I still have them, and the paper letters too. Somewhere in the subterranean maze of boxes. I remember a friend challenged you to write a song and you wrote one on Butterflies. Do you still remember it? If the cassette tape still works, I have that somewhere too. <BR/><BR/>As for our current friendship, I love that we can call or not call, and ask things we wouldn't ask other people easily, or say things we wouldn't necessarily say to other people, and we can be together for 3 seconds or 5 hours and it's all fine and great.<BR/>Love you!!!!Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16762350341641172845noreply@blogger.com