Oops. Had a few beers while reading here and elsewhere about Greenroom, AKA Greenie. Then a couple of days later I went to log back in and saw that I'd changed my username from Greeney.
I think i thought, "hey, there's only one Greenie, Greeney." Can't quite recall.




Anyway, vale Greenroom. He seemed like a wonderful fella who lived live to the full. Much loved.
With that in mind, here's a Raymond Carver poem, written when he knew he was not long for this world...
'Late Fragment' And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.