Another piece of the Thomas Rock puzzle . . .
Every now and then I just get lucky. Plain lucky. Info dumps in my lap – typically something I have been looking for F-O-R-E-V-E-R....
Man's fate is wrought in the loom of years,
To pattern traced by an unseen hand
The shuttle flies and the weaver sighs,
For the work is slow and tragic and grand.
Some shuttles are filled with golden thread
For the few great souls who march in the van,
But most are filled with the thread used for
The warp and woof of the average man.
Stuart F. Reed