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- The Sunny Desert, California, United States
- The three of us moved into the California Desert a few years back so we could continue to expand our business. We have collections of our own included nearly 2000 sets of vintage Salt & Peppers, Antique Advertising and Travel Posters, 60's Rock Ephemera, and even Susan have a huge collection of Frogs & Tea Pots from around the world! Pinkie, Susan and I have been Online Sellers since 2001. Selling in addition as Urban Miners and MyRetroMom, we have an on-going Ebay Auction business with over 3000 satisfied Customers and positive comments. Most frequently, buyers on-line comment on the speed of our shipments and the care we take in packaging their items. We have spent years collecting treasures at Auctions and Sales, and with special support from some friends on Antiques Roadshow on PBS. Many of our toys and Vintage Collectables come right from Pop Culture Appraisers like Gary Sohmers, providing us with an incredible resource of information and quality products! We are frequent Travelers all around the US and even sometimes Europe, always keeping our "eye" open for a little treasure or a truckload of great goodies.
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Well RummyHeads,
Another day ends quietly, everyone with their family snuggled in bed, Rummys are put at ease hearing the gentle breathing of kin or toss of a family member long since seen.
Some will think forward to the morning as they drift, some will toss and fret some, but the clenched hand will relax and the worry lines will fade and even those RummyHeads will take some solace in the peace of sleep.
This is a time of coming together, families circle a table, smiling at a new baby or sitting blue faced and laughing in the flickering TV light. Some Rummys look out their window tonight at the silent hush of falling snow that smooths the landscape to a collage of graceful curves and arcs and wait for the lights of a loved one returning late.
We all have good wishes and thoughts in our minds for the Rummys around us that have had something good happen today and know our turn will come. A day will come when an old newspaper will be lifted in a dark garage and a sparkle will catch our eye as we say "how much is this?...A quarter!... I'll take it. and then we rush to our home and cautiously chose the words that will best describe our new found treasure to the throngs of waiting bidders that will fight like King Midas pirahnas over our proud listing...Shoes ahh new shoes.
Keep in your mind those we have come to know and whose words we love to see on our screens, that for one reason or another are not with us these days. Pray in the way you know best to cure the failing health, to turn sadness into childish glee, to overflow their sagging coffers and reunite families separated by conflict or economy of those Rummys who can't be with us now but on the strength of your good thoughts will return soon to our safe and warm harbour, beneath the palm, on a white sand beach never wanting for Rum.
Good Night every little RummyHead. Sleep tight................
and now it is time for a change,
Together, we move forward, our shoulders lightened of the burden of fear.
The bitter taste of bile, raised by our anger
at the sound of their names and
the unearthly glow of their signature blocks,
has left our mouths and once again
the sweet taste of the anticipation and warm of Spring,
of selling those things that have brought us so tightly together,
fills our spirits and fuels us.
Let us move together forward, as Rummies, as Sellers, as seekers of Spirit & Knowledge
and lift each up as one stumbles and cheers success.
Leave them be. Leave them behind as the Jews left Egypt, the Pilgrims left England,
as all who flee in terror seek out a better place.
They may not be gone. They may be lurking in the swampy bushes of malevolence.
But they have been beaten. Bring others who seek knowledge of what they possess to
the new RummyLand, build our new home with positive bricks, and the warmth of friendship as the
mortar that binds those bricks and that home will never fall. It will strengthen as others who seek solace from the torment of digital abuse, friendship and series of
brackets placed like this ((((((())))))), join us and experience some of the true warmth we have felt together during this cold winter.
It is January 26! A day that should be remembered in our Rummy history!
RISE & SHINE RUMMYFRIENDS, RISE & SHINE!!
Well Rummys
I made it to another Sunday night.
Another flight, another Airport, another hotel room, another Sunday night.
But I think it ends there.
This is different already. I opened the window in my room, to the night and San Francisco rushed in and filled my room: Herb Caen over coffee & Chinamen scurrying up Grant Ave to an unknown doorway and an unknown meal.
Three Hippies tossed a frisbee on an endless Sunday afternoon while Grace Slick sings "Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys."
Two old men steady their way by holding old hands together, not in love but with fear concern until they reach the edge of the pier.
And the rich full air of San Francisco tossles thinning white hair and fills their lungs with memories of youth and girls, and glasses of wine. They had each felt that air one morning while she made eggs and toast while they listened to San Francisco through the open window.
It is different now. But the air is still full of chill and good cheer and brightens your cheek and lets you think about that one night and that one day.
Just some thoughts, just some things I wanted to say. I can't talk to my rummy friends about so many things so I just leave these little crumbs, strings of words that might cause a smile or stir an old memory in a good way.
Well I wanted to save this e-mail that many shared about a Champion person that affected so many of us: Allen Perrone of Plaistow, NH. Allen has been gone for 5 years now, but he is remembered fondly
I always love to tell the story about a night in San Francisco with my friend Allen. Of course, I could never forget my first day at SAP sitting terrified in the back of Tony Hoffmans Jumpstart class. I just knew I would never remember all of this stuff. About mid-afternoon, I started to drift off...and then I was quickly brought back to life when I felt someone biting my arm..Allen had my arm in his mouth and he looked up and said, "Sorry, I do that when I get nervous..."
I called Susan that night to tell her about my day and said that this guy bit me in class today.
We were close from that point on.
But back to San Francisco,...We drove in from Foster City and parked underneath Union Square in the parking garage.Walked over to the cable car, and rode it until the end at Fishermans wharf. We walked the length, stopping into dinner at McCormicks in Ghiradelli Square and then over to Brennans, home of the first irish coffee in San Francisco. After a few, we climbed back into a late night cable car, a little foggy, a little San Francisco ocean chill in the air.
Allen snuggled up to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and said "Honey, this has been the most romantic evening I have ever had ..."
As long as I live, I will only have one wish as that is to be remembered as fondly by so many people in so many places as Allen is today. I don't know if it is right, but rarely a day goes by that I don't think about him.
Our world was made a better place by Allen...We'll have a drink to him sometime soon.
Thanks for sharing. I added Maralee's name to the list because I thought she would appreciate this and if she could forgive my extended abscence, maybe she would share a thought
"Sullivan, Paul" wrote:
Our lives have been enriched just by knowing him. His spirit lives on through us.... who have had the pleasure of knowing him. Truly a Gentleman's gentleman...a man's man.
I remember when I first joined the ranks of SAP......I was full of piss and vinegar, ready to take on the world...........thinking I could teach any SD class that was out there.
Kevin McKenna was due to teach a 1 day workshop on the condition technique....a class that I think he actually wrote.....for some reason he couldn't do it......and Rita asked me to pinch-hit for him. I went into the class and it was packed 24 students....when we did the introductions.....everyone had more experience than me.
There was an FI ..........you know what I mean......he was a consultant with 7 years experience in SD from Deloitt. I'm thinking......what the F are you doing here. I actually thought he was a plant......someone perhaps that Rita stuck in there just to test my metal..........I was new to SAP so I didn't know if this type of thing was done. Anyway that prick grilled me on everything that came out of my mouth....by lunch I was ready to walk out the door.
Most of the class joined in on the feeding frenzy......but I hung in there and put up a valant fight...much like Custer's last stand. The class ended about 3:00 pm....I went up to the instructor area to read my scores......it was pretty grim.
Allen walked by saw me there...he somehow knew that something was up with me......probably it was written all over my face. I told him the story and he told me Don't Worry about it........the FI's think everybody sucks..........he hugged me like a father would hug his son. He looked me in the eye and said................ "you're going to be great kid...........don't let the bastards get you down". I liked Allen even before that happened.......but after that day I fell in love with him.
I'll never forget that day..........unless I live to be old eneough .........to have dementia........and be incontinent and the like...........
Thanks for the message Bob.................Great memories...........but I'm sobbing like a frigin baby now.... just thinking about him.
To Allen....here ....here!!
Paul M. Sullivan
Senior Educational Consultant
SAP America, Inc.
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From: Bouvier, Robert
Sent: Thursday, March 13, 2008 4:34 PM
To: Sullivan, Paul
Subject: FW: Hi Guys
Long live us old farts........
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From: Perrone, Allen
Sent: Wednesday, February 05, 2003 9:01 AM
To: Welch, Stuart; Bouvier, Robert; Sullivan, Paul
Subject: Hi Guys
Stuart/Bob/Paul..............Just thought I'd drop a quick message to you before leaving for the hospital. My official term date from SAP is February 10th. They, you know who they are, were pretty good about dropping me prematurely from the ranks a couple weeks ago. It's taken this long to get back on the network. Anyway, with just a couple of days left before flying off into the sunset, I thought I'd give you my aol sign on in case you'd like to correspond - APerrone00@aol.com. Paul, please keep those humorous e-mails coming - in the last one you sent, I tried my best to see a boat, but damned if I could find it. My best to all of you. Allen
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Arab Woman on a Swedish Train
Her eyes drift open and close
as a silk veil in a desert breeze.
Outside, she sits with chilled cheek
pressed against icy glass,
bundled blonde blue eyes fill her world now
She is tired and her eyelids are slowing the cold
Her hair is black and skin olive
from generations of sun
and sand that reach to warm blue seas.
Inside she is warm, inside the desert
the sand is warm,
the breeze caresses her skin
and her veils drift
An ancient whispers into her ear
of the ways of the past,
the ways of the desert.
and she is warm
The train lurches to a stop
She awakes and can not
pull the cotton frilled scarf tight enough
to keep out the cold
of the concrete, of the blue eyes
A man weary from his toil
thinks of faraway,
watches the last burning red of the sun
Leaving London
London Heathrow 5 AM
At home they dance on Saturday Flight
Into Sunday.
Dull Pounding in head
from the hour
and tourists dream of seeking jewels
future ancient visions
Ah, here we are
Standing stiffly by some place,
any place, hoping to catch a view.
And future memories
catch up to the past.
A plane roars in London.
London Heathrow 5:10 AM
Just taken from the News in May
I took a Daewoo bus
back to Lahore
feeling Tears and Joys for going
back to Lahore.
To the warmth of a home
and an empty field
there were few cheers going
back to Lahore.
There is Peace there now
said young Ibrahim
the eldest of six boys going
Back to Lahore.
A tourist unknown, from an oft traveled path,
dreams of the foods and the spirits leading
Back to Lahore.
Long life and prospers going
Back to Lahore.
Today a little better than yesterday
the tear in my eye for you
bitter sweet
bitter sweat
and though my heart is not cluttered with
lords and mystical gods
be safe, let the spirits guard
and your gut be filled with the need
to hold close
those who watched your eyes first open.
Even now my eyes swell and fill with fear
and... pride and love and your youth.
Eventhough I have fewer years ahead than behind
take them from me so your return is swift
and we can raise a glass again and laugh heartily
at the spirits of the white moon
at the desert's starfilled sky.
The Adventure
An old man
grayed with age
timid,
patiently waits.
Time
He is slowly
Shrinking.
Furrows deepen
In an expression
Less face.
He waits
Still waiting
And clocks rhythm ticking
No longer in his brain.
A child’s sharp cry in the distance
Does not turn his head.
A
bird
floats by
And wind caresses the old man
While he waits.
He is covered with dust,
Like a souvenir
From the World’s Fair
Mostly useless (except faint memories)
Covered with dust.
He stirs,
Painfully comes to life.
Stands
Andthebusdoorswingsopen,athousand childrenracepast
Cheering race wreckless
Past the waiting old man.
No dry curse passes his lips
Sweatless hands finger dull dry coins
And the steps are mountains
And on a stiff bench,
Sitting at the top, he knows.
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