Plasticized... (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on February 4, 2007

Just batten down the hatches, snuggle up and wait it out.
keep warm, you two...

~Carole

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 4, 2007

I am told I feel it cause I’m gettin’ old…

You have been told right, Brother, and each winter - you will feel it a little more. And please be careful with all that plastic around. I still remember what you did with plastic as a child.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 4, 2007

nothing like roughing it, Ed ;)

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on February 3, 2007

he who lies with dogs Has fleas,
But who cares as long as you're both stay warm
By the way Ed, I am Up here too
Frezzing my butt off in the Catskills
Have not seen my beautiful sunshine state
since mid December, lucky my grandsons
Are doing all the shoveling, I just supervise
With a hot cup of coco
Stay warm buddy....Hugs to Rufuz.
Peace

William

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on February 3, 2007

Glad you & Rufuz don't have a lot
of junk, collectibles, etc, or
you wouldn't have room.
Rufuz got his bone
You got your hummmmmm phone?

Reviewed by Joyce Bowling

Reviewed on February 3, 2007

Sounds cozy and warm...fill the cups with hot cocoa and toast marshmallows! Enjoyed and I agree it is better than a box...great write!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on February 3, 2007

It is my dream to buy a motor home and spend my life on the road. I did it for about 14 months once and it was great and only made me want to be able to live like that for the rest of my days. Sooo with the freedom, also comes the vulnerability to the elements, but I guess if you want the rainbow, there is little sense in cursing the rain. I hope you and Rufuz stay warm, Ed.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on February 3, 2007

It is cozy, warm and neat to say the least. I'm relieved that you are toasting marshmallows . Rufuz has the fur coat. He's the lucky dog!
Love,
Susan

Reviewed by Approximately Naive

Reviewed on February 3, 2007

My late brother, George, lived in a converted ambulance. No mortgage, rates or land lease limits to worry about. A swine though when it rained hard - battered off the roof, and when it snowed heavy - well, not much fun stuck on the A9 near Inverness. Still, he loved it all the same.
A good memory jogger this, Ed.

Reviewed by H Cruz

Reviewed on February 3, 2007

I'd take the cardboard box iffin twas in Maui, have ya tried electric underware? :0)