Life is good, when you're working with a group of individuals, who know what is best to do at any given moment.......................without a complaint, ...............and, the cards are played as they are laid.

At the Bash

The night officially started

With a crash, a bang and a boom,

It didn't let up for the next 12 hours -

We fought back, and conquered doom.

A culturally diverse set of warriors

Amidst the foul and smoky air,

Looked adversity in the eye

As an everyday event,

And practiced their expert care.

At the end of this grueling sojourn

We were bruised, but intact, though sore,

Made sure that we swiped

For every flippin' extra minute,

As we boogied out the back-exit door.

Looking back, I harbor good feelings

For the crew that performed at that bash,

Next time there's a proposal for a relay

They're my team for the 440 yard dash.

Fibril_late;

6/29/08