tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post7490865918294636445..comments2023-05-18T07:11:31.387-07:00Comments on Writing, Writer, Writest: Barbi Beckett: Aeroplane Over the SeaJosh Grimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11413502117938807860noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-68842984109711019452010-11-29T22:20:02.502-08:002010-11-29T22:20:02.502-08:00wow. i love most that your Pop knew you were in lo...wow. i love most that your Pop knew you were in love and David was there. What a sense of joy for your dad to have. glad I got to meet him and so glad...you're still there. - MartiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-605011143464845222010-11-17T09:46:31.279-08:002010-11-17T09:46:31.279-08:00oof, you punched me in the gut, in a good way.oof, you punched me in the gut, in a good way.katie m.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13606000930231688121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-44650725255272729892010-11-17T08:40:30.796-08:002010-11-17T08:40:30.796-08:00Once a glass spontaneously combusted in our cupboa...Once a glass spontaneously combusted in our cupboard. So strange. In your case, it seems explainable: the powerful love and tension generated by two intensely powerful people. What back window of a van could withstand that?<br />Thank you for this, Barbi. Love is powerful, indeed.Violetfilmshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12704719191074663515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-30604798459506559162010-11-16T16:50:47.361-08:002010-11-16T16:50:47.361-08:00Should I be concerned about the back window? and o...Should I be concerned about the back window? and oddly, I listened to that album today and thought about the two of you.jason Puccinellihttp://jasonpuccinelli.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-73573289282156262682010-11-16T12:58:18.868-08:002010-11-16T12:58:18.868-08:00Ah Jesus B. Sometimes a little time reveals that t...Ah Jesus B. Sometimes a little time reveals that this kind of fucked up time is a gift to the future. LIke right now. You've gifted me here in 2010 while my baby naps and someone mows a lawn and I cry remembering and I cry loving you and your dad and I cry remembering my dad and welcoming you into the 'dead dad club' with the arms of someone who understands but was real sorry to see you come in. I remember your father's voice the most. It was like a rumble of love.Janehttp://lightscameradiapers.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-87985571846871276182010-11-16T10:10:19.860-08:002010-11-16T10:10:19.860-08:00Barbi, you blow me away. I can't say more. I w...Barbi, you blow me away. I can't say more. I wish I could. So proud to know you. <br /><br />Ugh, so beautiful. Ow.Tina Rowleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13982100203591837083noreply@blogger.com