"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." On the other side of the river
This one goes out to a friend who’s moving house today. Emigrating, as he calls it, although he won’t be crossing country borders. But the river is wide and the feeling deep.
As I write this, he’ll have locked the door. The house is empty but for the ghost. Hush, don’t follow him. Haunt no more.
He is, for the moment, between houses. Uprooted, a vagrant, a traveller and a lodger for a while. Alone among friends.
I think of him, as I always do and hope for a blessed new life and new beginning, good health, joy, and many songs to sing.
God guard his home from roof to floor
The Twelve Apostles guard the door
Four good angels round each bed
Two at the foot and two at the head
