tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post4739173125520653642..comments2024-01-29T21:23:15.795-08:00Comments on dirtmonger: The Blood of a Hobodirtmongerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12764867892426257306noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post-50573475159706983912018-02-19T19:26:08.972-08:002018-02-19T19:26:08.972-08:00Thanks Kim. Hope your well. Miss ya!Thanks Kim. Hope your well. Miss ya!dirtmongerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12764867892426257306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post-6115778627667819032018-02-19T19:25:45.016-08:002018-02-19T19:25:45.016-08:00Thanks for reading and your comment. Good words to...Thanks for reading and your comment. Good words to ponderdirtmongerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12764867892426257306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post-36613328312101959602018-02-19T19:25:08.854-08:002018-02-19T19:25:08.854-08:00Jess, thanks for those profound words. Hope your w...Jess, thanks for those profound words. Hope your well.dirtmongerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12764867892426257306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post-16139413841800641492018-02-06T21:47:50.576-08:002018-02-06T21:47:50.576-08:00"Hobo Joe", a reference neeve uses in je..."Hobo Joe", a reference neeve uses in jest when crossing the paths of nomads. perhaps, there is a bit of hobo joe in us all. seemingly, more so than others. thank you ryan, for the taleAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08971933877266799023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post-54572751801645862562018-02-06T18:56:39.231-08:002018-02-06T18:56:39.231-08:00The world is made of stories. And life is made of...The world is made of stories. And life is made of choices and consequences. Some choose the story that pain is romantic and noble. Some choose not to choose. I don't understand either of those. <br />Thanks for this post.Chuck Pnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post-20565945006512850752018-02-06T11:38:11.510-08:002018-02-06T11:38:11.510-08:00In every blade of grass, in every drop of rain . ....In every blade of grass, in every drop of rain . . . .<br />That's something my dad said once, but it truly embodies where and when I feel him. You were shown that man's suffering and soul. Is it a place your soul had once been? Were your souls connected at another time? Isn't it fascinating how you feel so connected to this person, yet probably not nearly as connected to people you spent much more time with? Life is continually mysterious and perplexing. Lost souls can take many different routes, yours covers endless miles. I'm lucky to have travelled some of them with you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12036760166899561891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088382655965294916.post-34357865158898010392018-02-05T18:23:58.922-08:002018-02-05T18:23:58.922-08:00Dirt! That is beautiful and moving. Was this a rel...Dirt! That is beautiful and moving. Was this a relative? Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com