<p>Ahh . . . the great 2010 chimes in with her flourishes of gold.</p>
<p>Almost time for my tributary bow out, after four years on this site.</p>
<p>Almost time for a rememberance of those who have come and gone . . ..</p>
<p>Wheelah
Jadler [why was it you were called a "joe" at one time or the other?]
JamTex
GreatAmerican
Zaphod
and, yes, even '69.</p>
<p>Oh, and what about the lawyer-babe, alumna, the ever intriguing '85?</p>
<p>And what abou the various moms . . .'09, justa, mightyfine [made that one up], momof, and the ever great JamzMOM.</p>
<p>They have all, in some form or fashion, walked down the path of enthusiasm to . . . .?</p>
<p>A new year's toast to them all. [Well, maybe a new year's toad to one or two of them.]</p>
<p>And what about teh ever infamous [at least in her own ming][ NAVGIRL, how can she be forgotten? Or is she already? Wonder how she is doing at Harvard?</p>
<p>The full poem reads:</p>
<p>Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.</p>
<p>In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.</p>
<p>Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.</p>
<p>It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.</p>
<p>Not a bad read.</p>
<p>I hope for two of the folks that I ahve interviewed that they get in. They are very qualified. Due to the circumstances discussed above, as one cynic migh observe, they might not.</p>
<p>So, to all those who are applying and hoping and waiting, good luck. But, be careful, sometimes you get what you pray for.</p>