tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post8332414634508537292..comments2023-10-19T05:40:59.162-04:00Comments on Sippican Cottage: Das Is CulchSippicanCottagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14940797380578921776noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-53125920952258850922013-08-09T00:46:23.994-04:002013-08-09T00:46:23.994-04:00Loved this, Gregory. You really capture how one f...Loved this, Gregory. You really capture how one finds oneself lost, alternately numb and howling and then a moment of grace.<br /><br />Retrieverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09036341287285545932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-32077308805689590782013-08-07T17:32:49.759-04:002013-08-07T17:32:49.759-04:00Funny coincidence. I took your book on vacation la...Funny coincidence. I took your book on vacation last month, thought it'd be a perfect time to give it second read.<br /><br />Dusk in the Smokey Mountains was the perfect setting for your well crafted jewels.Daphnenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-5823973507248816722013-08-03T21:53:46.043-04:002013-08-03T21:53:46.043-04:00I read every word, and I'm close enough to the...I read every word, and I'm close enough to the story to smell it. Damp cigarette smoke and mildew. <br /><br />Thanks, Gregory.<br /><br />Poignant comment, Leslie. A memory I'm sure you'll never forget.Casey Klahnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08020906666248399435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-77418514408920930012013-08-03T20:32:46.743-04:002013-08-03T20:32:46.743-04:00i've never heard it said better.
if you shoul...i've never heard it said better.<br /><br />if you should happen to see bird dog he doesn't know me from adam but i start my day with him after i've been in the word. send my condolences. <br /><br />i hope the fact that we've heard little from you of late is down to you being busy and not any of the other horrid things life can throw our way. if busy might i wish you a profitable season.Leonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02288771971363819090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-9923651809830776142013-08-03T18:11:33.198-04:002013-08-03T18:11:33.198-04:00Years after my father died, I cleaned out his dres...Years after my father died, I cleaned out his dresser, because my mother didn't. In the back of a drawer, I found his wallet. In it were several pictures of me, as a teenager. Old, faded and yellow, but carried with him his whole life. I love your stories..Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02284936021406079076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14474631.post-48279750049097309472013-08-03T11:34:10.879-04:002013-08-03T11:34:10.879-04:00I recognize the phrase, but don't remember the...I recognize the phrase, but don't remember the story. It seems vaguely familiar, like something I read and then repressed the memory of.<br /><br />Another sneakily great piece of writing. You're good at that!Sam L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00996809377798862214noreply@blogger.com