By Guinn Sweet | firstname.lastname@example.org
Robert Burns, in an obviously poetic and pensive mind, wrote to a friend, sometime during the 1700s, “To make a happy fire-side clime, to weans and wife, that’s the true pathos and sublime of human life.”
Whatever Dr. Blacklock, his friend, might have been thinking as he received this poem/message, it couldn’t have been more comforting and warming than I felt after Colon had made a happy fire-side clime for me, his wife and his “weans” (whomever that word references) this past Thursday night when the temperature had fallen into the upper 20s just outside the door.
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