Rest peacefully, timberlandko

Congratulations!

Her name was Olivia Lola, she was a showgirl ....

Okay, maybe not as an infant.

Yeah, congratulations.

Hate quoting myself .. especially with such a boo-boo .... For those of you keeping score at home, the birthday month is not 5, not May, but June.

I must be in some sort of trance, or I had five's on the brain that day.

Yes, correction: 6/5 = Olivia, 6/15 = Melody.

I can't tell you how many times I head that song ... my mom was a Manilow freak, had all the albums, Arista records, I remember the one with the dog on it... a beagle me thinks.

"... with yellow feathers in her hair, and a dress cut down to there ... "

Every song, EVERY SONG had a key change at the end, the inevetable modulation. I digress.

bye timberbranch
I do hope you return

....and a picture that Timber (who loved both football and dogs, for those who don't know) would have absolutely adored.....

Hey - that's cool about the baby girls.

June's a good month for baby girls

Olivia Lola and Melody Rose were cousins born a few days apart in the same month of June in that same long year.


So begins Timberbranch"s novel "Feathered Landings"


Joe(he made a sound like a dove)Nation

Another picture (current cover of TIME magazine) where Timber would have spotted the mistake instantly: intended to remind us of the fall of Saigon with USMC helicopters evacuating the Embassy, the editors (no pilots, they!) instead posted the outline of an old Soviet MI-24 "Hind" gunship.....

I was thinking of Timber last week.

Every so often I'm plagued with insomnia. Rather than toss and turn I get out of bed and amuse myself until I feel really sleepy.

I used to meet Timber in the wee hours of the morning on A2K. I think he used the off-peak hours to answer some of the complicated questions in the Computers and the Internet forums.

We'd howdy each other and then move on.

Last week I was puttering on A2K in the early, early hours and realized again that Timber is gone.

Death is final.

Jes, i just now saw the thread.

Beautiful eulogy for a dear man.

Timber will be missed.

Noddy, Just last night I was clicking my way through this thread. Missing Timber and remembering. Too final.

Timber was, and remains, very special. I really miss him.

I also miss seeing Timber in the night, the crazy night owl that I am

I often think about how A2K and online member forums can create such an odd mixture of fantasy, reality and deep emotions. I feel true sadness at the passing of Timber. For me (and many others I think), A2K often can mean so much more than a casual activity to pass the time. Certainly, more than any other online forum, I've seen that it touches lives.

May you RIP, Timber!

Some of the advice given here is FAR more useful and meaningful than given by many friends, psycho-babbling counselors or relatives. The stories that are told here are very touching. While I'm not known well by many here, I hold most here in very high esteem and many others I'm often entertained by. It's one hell of a community.

This brings to my mind some Grateful Dead lyrics:

"Box of Rain"
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Phil Lesh
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.

Look out of any window
any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
birds are winging or
rain is falling from a heavy sky -
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
this is all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago
Walk out of any doorway
feel your way, feel your way
like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
around some corner
where it's been waiting to meet you -
What do you want me to do,
to watch for you while you're sleeping?
Well please don't be surprised
when you find me dreaming too


Look into any eyes
you find by you, you can see
clear through to another day
I know it's been seen before
through other eyes on other days
while going home --
What do you want me to do,
to do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed
one afternoon long ago


Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams
to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted
with words half spoken
and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
to do for you to see you through
A a box of rain will ease the pain
and love will see you through


Just a box of rain -
wind and water -
Believe it if you need it,
if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower -
Wind and rain -
in and out the window
like a moth before a flame


It's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
or leave it if you dare
But it's just a box of rain
or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long long time to be gone
and a short time to be there

Oh I love that song.

As do I. It just seemed so fitting. I hope that all enjoy.

Ragman, I've known you since the Abuzz days, so that goes back pretty far in the past. We don't cross paths too often, but in the early times, we did communicate with each other. I consider you a friend. I also enjoyed the "box of rain" song/poem.

Hey thanks! Good to 'cya! ^5, CI!

Yup! I think we've been hanging in the same joints for 8 years, and I consider you a pal. The fact that we don't chat more often is only due to my laziness and no reflection of what I think of you. Being a serious photog, I've enjoyed your travel and gtg pix. Without these pix and susbsequent threads, I wouldn't know what and how other A2K-ers look and behave (or misbehave) like.

I miss the way Timber could calm down an emotional thread and somehow let everyone know that they were a-ok no matter how riled up they were.

I doubt Timber knew it, but he influenced me a great deal. He was one of the first people at A2K to spend some serious time on me. Addressing me personally.

He was so kind. And funny.

He was also very cool in his own way. One of a kind.