Marc Comtois

Oh! little mover of teenagers long ago. You suffered indignity sliding to and fro' along wintry paths hitting telephone poles and snowbanks. And rolling rolling rolling. You took your charges safely from home and back again. Running on gas or fumes. And hope. Yet rarely did you fail of your own volition. Always faithful. Always true whether parked or idling or on the move. 'Til you could move no more. *Originally written 1/30/2009  

The end of the year calls to mind All the days left behind People newly met and those we've lost Mistakes that were made and what they cost Happily the year-end also inspires A rekindling of coals that fire desires For wishes born out, more laughter and love More kindness and hope and blessings from above Every year-end is another's begin A time to start ...

It's a scattered existence, blogging and commenting, tweeting and facebooking - who did I say what to whom and when?  I'm not sure there really is a way to capture it all, but this simple page is meant to be a place to aggregate my web presence. If anyone cares.