tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008909037307211668.post2308318544458449914..comments2024-01-05T22:49:29.149-06:00Comments on Through a Writer's Eyes: First JohnKris A. NewManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15397075484880267144noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008909037307211668.post-68978359979705912532011-01-17T12:32:55.289-06:002011-01-17T12:32:55.289-06:00Thank you for sharing this memory...it is as if I ...Thank you for sharing this memory...it is as if I was there behind you seeing and feeling alongside the dirt road, smelling the dust, smelling the leather, knowing the sound of the Harley, the unknown but feeling like a Queen all because as you say he taught you "to look in a man’s eyes to find out who he is; to not discount anyone." Write Write my Dear Friend....your Memory Angels... LynetteAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3008909037307211668.post-56727688429294970312011-01-12T17:10:30.419-06:002011-01-12T17:10:30.419-06:00I absolutely love it. I'm so glad you got to h...I absolutely love it. I'm so glad you got to have those memory's of my dad for me. It was taken away from me too soon in life. Thank you for sharing your wonderful memory's and thought with me.<br />YvonneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com