Gerald Brandt

Arnie Kasdorf was my neighbour: for many years an acquaintance, and for the last few years, a friend.

Arnie was a stay-at-home dad from when I first met him, about 11 years ago.  He raised 3 beautiful, thoughtful, and considerate children.

Here I am, a wanna-be writer, and I can’t seem to get the words from my brain to my fingers, and the screen is getting too blurry to write anymore.

The world is an emptier place.

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For Edgar Allan Poe, 2009 has been a better year than 1849. After dozens of events in several cities to mark the 200th anniversary of his birth, he’s about to get the grand funeral that a writer of his stature should have received when he died.

- Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

- Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

I hit this web site every day.  Todays picture is one of my favorite optical illusions.