Fred: I don't think there is currently, anywhere in the world, a more compelling or heartrending story than the one you have told in this thread.
In many ways it is as old as time itself: boy buys dremel, boy loses dremel, boy finds dremel again. But in its twists and turns, its curves and switchbacks, the filigree of its emotion, it is a tale that must reach a broader audience.
Many people say that the forum is not what it was. That is has become like a collection of Facebook updates without the sophisticated humour, or a sanctuary for people who find Twitter too highbrow. The truth is that since the 22nd of June 2010 the forum has groveled in the shadow of grief, weighed down by a collective bereavement, joyless in the face of loss. Like many people, when I read that you had bought a new dremel I wished you well, I hoped it would all work out but deep down I knew that a sore was still open, still raw.
The news that you and your first love, your true love, your Rosebud, had been reunited was almost too much. Dreams do come true! And finally, yes, we can go home again.
We should meet, Fred, we should meet and talk about how best to spread the good news. A book, a film, a light opera, a dremel-themed restaurant, the options are endless but one way or another, the world must hear.
Fred: I don't think there is currently, anywhere in the world, a more compelling or heartrending story than the one you have told in this thread.
In many ways it is as old as time itself: boy buys dremel, boy loses dremel, boy finds dremel again. But in its twists and turns, its curves and switchbacks, the filigree of its emotion, it is a tale that must reach a broader audience.
Many people say that the forum is not what it was. That is has become like a collection of Facebook updates without the sophisticated humour, or a sanctuary for people who find Twitter too highbrow. The truth is that since the 22nd of June 2010 the forum has groveled in the shadow of grief, weighed down by a collective bereavement, joyless in the face of loss. Like many people, when I read that you had bought a new dremel I wished you well, I hoped it would all work out but deep down I knew that a sore was still open, still raw.
The news that you and your first love, your true love, your Rosebud, had been reunited was almost too much. Dreams do come true! And finally, yes, we can go home again.
We should meet, Fred, we should meet and talk about how best to spread the good news. A book, a film, a light opera, a dremel-themed restaurant, the options are endless but one way or another, the world must hear.
Call me.