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	<title>Comments on: Memories</title>
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	<description>Beekeeper Tom died 8-28-09.  If you saw this site on &#34;Tom&#039;s Bee-Loved Honey&#34; thanks for your contribution.  Proceeds go to his favorite charities.</description>
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		<title>By: Vivian Abramowitz</title>
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		<dc:creator>Vivian Abramowitz</dc:creator>
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		<description>My contact with you, Tommy, was minimal and infrequent, our connection being that I worked for your wife.  But I have been reading the blog regularly, and have been privileged to sit by this little window to your life and get to know you a bit.

Every morning as I leave my house, I stop for a moment by the bee balm and asters, and marvel at the winged, buzzing creatures thereon.  And every morning, I think of you, the King Bee, the man in the bee shirt, Charlotte&#039;s honey, and I smile.</description>
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<p>Every morning as I leave my house, I stop for a moment by the bee balm and asters, and marvel at the winged, buzzing creatures thereon.  And every morning, I think of you, the King Bee, the man in the bee shirt, Charlotte&#8217;s honey, and I smile.</p>
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