Count Down To AMG 07

[Jerry71]

36 "DAYS TILL WE ARE IN SAN FRANCISCO"

[Jerry71]

 

[Jerry71]

Under a month to go till we are in San Francisco.

[Jerry71]

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[RAB]

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Um what's up with this buddy?  You lose track of time?     Did your watch stop?     You forget what day it is?   

RAB

(Who confuses easily.)   

[Jerry71]

Hey Rab nope just got tired of posting it here so now I can add the countdown under my avaitor. Use to love the way it was when you could modify your thread anytime but now within a 48 hour frame you cannot change it like we could before.

[mjmel]

uh, are you excited or something?
Jerry, it's going to be awfully nice isn't it.
I've met lots of people in my life.
Never a group like this, though.
 
Mike

[Jerry71]

Mike it is a blast at AMG this will be my third year and if you have never been around this bunch your in for a trip of your lifetime.

[Jody]

Jerry...How many hours is what I want to know !!! 

Jody

[Basquo]

525 hours for me!

[Jerry71]

Jerry...How many hours is what I want to know !!! 

Jody

Good one Jody.   I was going to put a Countdown Timer here on the gathering site but I guess the site can not handle anything new.

So to answer you question 504 hours remain and 21 days.

[pozattitude]

I'm already here...


Rich
(who is feeling cheeky)

[Jerry71]

Rich I see you already there. Love the cheeky. lol

[Jerry71]

Just a few more days and we will be in San Francisco. 

[pozattitude]

From a little known poet from the golden age of San Francisco's bohemia.

The Cool, Grey City of Love
(SAN FRANCISCO)
By GEORGE STERLING

Tho I die on a distant strand,
And they give me a grave in that land,

Yet carry me back to my own city!

Carry me back to her grace and pity!
For I think I could not rest
Afar from her mighty breast.
She is fairer than others are

Whom they sing the beauty of.
Her heart is a song and a star--

My cool, grey city of love.

Tho they tear the rose from her brow,
To her is ever my vow;

Ever to her I give my duty--

First in rapture and first in beauty,
Wayward, passionate, brave,
Glad of the life God gave.
The sea-winds are her kiss,

And the sea-gull is her dove.
Cleanly and strong she is--

My cool, grey city of love.

The winds of the Future wait
At the iron walls of her Gate,

And the western ocean breaks in thunder,

And the western stars go slowly under,
And her gaze is ever West
In the dream of her young unrest.
Her sea is a voice that calls,

And her star a voice above,
And her wind a voice on her walls--

My cool, grey city of love.

Tho they stay her feet at the dance,
In her is the far romance.

Under the rain of winter falling,

Vine and rose will await recalling.
Tho the dark be cold and blind,
Yet her sea-fog's touch is kind,
And her mightier caress

Is joy and the pain thereof;
And great is thy tenderness,

O cool, grey city of love!

[Jerry71]

Very nice poem there Rich.


L   K OUT SAN FRANCISCO WE WILL BE THERE S   N

[Jerry71]

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