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| Charles |
Thankful to have called you a friend |
December 12, 2016 |
Augustus--
Not sure what made me google your name at this point and time. I think its a huge coincidence its around the time you left us-- now 10 years ago. Needless to say, I am really thankfull to have met you.
I remember working with you as a friend and business partner back in College. You convinced me to travel to Detroit to try and see if we could sign up a "commercial account" at a local "50 person" African American church in Detroit. I know its because you thought I would connect well congragation because I was a black guy from Oakland, CA and that we had better odds in sealing the deal, it laughably didnt work. While commical when looking back, we were stone cold serious about making it happen at the time.
In the end, while we failed to sign up the "commerical account" the experience was awsome.
If you did not leave us as soon as you did, I have no doubt you would have been a mega succesful titan of a businessman!
While in Detrot, I was honorned to have been able to stay with your dad Toni in his beautiful home in Dearborn. Toni, if you read this, thank you! I am very thankful you introduced me to all your Marini family while there.
I could go on and on but I wont.
I miss you man.
Charles
Cal Poly Pomona
| Colin |
Such is Dying |
December 16, 2006 |
“I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, “There she’s gone.” “Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all.” She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There she’s gone,” there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “There, she’s coming.” And such is dying. - Author Unknown
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