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	<title>Comments for Sneaking Suspicion</title>
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	<description>I knew it all along. Now you do as well.</description>
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		<title>Comment on Do You Hate Goodbyes? So did Andrew Bagby. by Parkersmommy2008</title>
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		<dc:creator>Parkersmommy2008</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:06:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The film left me speachless.  I would say I have never cried so much during a film.  David and Kate has so much strengh, I really do not think that most of us could handle the situation like they did.  I can not imagine losing my son and then having to go through it all again with my grandson.  They are my heroes.  I wish I was courageous as they are.  God Bless. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The film left me speachless.  I would say I have never cried so much during a film.  David and Kate has so much strengh, I really do not think that most of us could handle the situation like they did.  I can not imagine losing my son and then having to go through it all again with my grandson.  They are my heroes.  I wish I was courageous as they are.  God Bless.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Original Good Fighter by ann</title>
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		<dc:creator>ann</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 14:24:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Today, January 2, 2010.  A new beginning that for some reason I am starting by revisiting the past.  I met Tata when I was about fourteen  so I didn&#039;t get to see or experience the backyard boxing first hand. However, the stories were fresh and plentiful. Tata was working for the railroad then, an Inspector that would ensure the safety of the train after every stop. He told me about the life of hobos that rode the rails, 
always emphasizing the humanistic side of their lives. Enjoying mutual respect, the hobos, knowing it was Tata&#039;s job to shoo them off the trains, quietly huddled in dark corners while last inspections were made. Shortly before the engines began to clang and gather steam for their next destination,Tata and the hobos would share Nana&#039;s homemade tortillas.  If it was a good day, Nana also sent chorizo with scrambled eggs.  
At times Nana would sit with me and Tata outside and listen to Tata&#039;s stories about the hobos. Que va vado!  Her favorite saying!  
She was a link in Tata&#039;s one man soup kitchen. Not many knew of his generosity with the hobos, he was never recognized for this kindness, and he never bragged or sought thanks.  
I believe he is in heaven with his hobo friends talking about trains and when life was lived by the simple 
&quot;Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.&quot;  
RIP Tata, thanks for your lessons.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today, January 2, 2010.  A new beginning that for some reason I am starting by revisiting the past.  I met Tata when I was about fourteen  so I didn&#039;t get to see or experience the backyard boxing first hand. However, the stories were fresh and plentiful. Tata was working for the railroad then, an Inspector that would ensure the safety of the train after every stop. He told me about the life of hobos that rode the rails,<br />
always emphasizing the humanistic side of their lives. Enjoying mutual respect, the hobos, knowing it was Tata&#039;s job to shoo them off the trains, quietly huddled in dark corners while last inspections were made. Shortly before the engines began to clang and gather steam for their next destination,Tata and the hobos would share Nana&#039;s homemade tortillas.  If it was a good day, Nana also sent chorizo with scrambled eggs.<br />
At times Nana would sit with me and Tata outside and listen to Tata&#039;s stories about the hobos. Que va vado!  Her favorite saying!<br />
She was a link in Tata&#039;s one man soup kitchen. Not many knew of his generosity with the hobos, he was never recognized for this kindness, and he never bragged or sought thanks.<br />
I believe he is in heaven with his hobo friends talking about trains and when life was lived by the simple<br />
&quot;Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.&quot;<br />
RIP Tata, thanks for your lessons.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Adventures of Squabz and Meatballs &#8211; Pt. 1 by MEATBALLZ</title>
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		<dc:creator>MEATBALLZ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 04:23:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My   My Cuz! God Damn Man , you nailed this! I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. I have tears also cuz, lets face it, those were the days.... 
 
MeatBallz! </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My   My Cuz! God Damn Man , you nailed this! I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard. I have tears also cuz, lets face it, those were the days&#8230;. </p>
<p>MeatBallz!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Where Everybody (Wants To) Know Your Name by ptoledo1</title>
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		<dc:creator>ptoledo1</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 13:46:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Fermin, for adding some insight and perspective. We all miss your Dad dearly.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Fermin, for adding some insight and perspective. We all miss your Dad dearly.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Junior College Hoops, or, The Circus Came To Town and We All Went by Brian Ludeke</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brian Ludeke</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 23:06:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s a cool list of guys I remember from back in the day.  I used to run with a lot of those guys around Marana, Mountain View and Green Fields, where I grew up.  Bummed to hear about Demetrius Robbins.  That guy was a great player.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s a cool list of guys I remember from back in the day.  I used to run with a lot of those guys around Marana, Mountain View and Green Fields, where I grew up.  Bummed to hear about Demetrius Robbins.  That guy was a great player.<br />
Thanks for the trip down memory lane.</p>
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