tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post6648821220220269662..comments2023-12-21T22:03:18.964-08:00Comments on Sound and fury, signifying nothing: An incident in IndioDade Cariagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13431049944346345893noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post-67812911692481685682020-06-12T05:26:07.168-07:002020-06-12T05:26:07.168-07:00I remember the apartments and the pool. I remember...I remember the apartments and the pool. I remember all my cousins, the fights and the unending love. Uncle Jr loved us all and that love turned to an unquenched anger when we were threatened in any way. I wish I could go ramble a few days in Indio 1975. Love you cousin, DannyUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06876486174929247007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post-58035936379566717622012-05-21T15:53:37.667-07:002012-05-21T15:53:37.667-07:00Whew ... Never experienced such a thing. And yet...Whew ... Never experienced such a thing. And yet so terribly, terribly, terribly typical of our fallen condition ...<br /><br />Tired, late here in Liverpool. Poorly said ... (Unlike your wordsRoger Bucknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119906447472922361.post-27798006929454028302012-05-21T10:20:18.583-07:002012-05-21T10:20:18.583-07:00So obvious huh? Thanks for sharing the story cousi...So obvious huh? Thanks for sharing the story cousin. xoxo Stacey Singhnoreply@blogger.com