MTB will not, of course, see this post. But you are reading it because
a little of him rubbed off on you -- more on some than on others, to be
sure, but still, at least a little -- and you know who MTB was; and you
quite possibly loved him.
He would have been twenty today, and Norp and The Fort would have
been flooded with special posts to celebrate the special occasion. In
honour of the coincidence of his birthday with Christmas Eve, I would
probably have contributed a link to a Christmas story by the Welsh poet
Dylan Thomas:
http://www.bfsmedia.com/MAS/Dylan/Christmas.html
the language of which would surely have delighted him, even if written
by a Pommie-once-removed.
I might also have added a link to a Christmas Eve story by Onslow:
http://www.niklascomics.de/stories/xmas/xmastory.htm
which, in a way, resonates with his life.
And I have posted them anyway: in fond memory of MTB, and in hopes
that his friends may, perhaps, enjoy them as much as he would have.
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{Miss you, kid; glad you came, wish you could've stayed longer.}
Ronin
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