<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post4686057404281251437..comments</id><updated>2010-02-28T05:33:02.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on A Robert Brault Reader: Define Heartache: A Reminiscence</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/feeds/4686057404281251437/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html'/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>bobbrault@att.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-2177683304058481158</id><published>2010-02-28T05:33:02.710-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T05:33:02.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bkjagadish,
You sound like a soulmate, my friend. ...</title><content type='html'>bkjagadish,&lt;br /&gt;You sound like a soulmate, my friend.  Thank you -- and welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles,&lt;br /&gt;rb</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2177683304058481158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2177683304058481158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1267363982710#c2177683304058481158' title=''/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17668997886299376904'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-2669446536195434811</id><published>2010-02-27T01:23:17.213-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:23:17.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Robert , By chance I came across your blogs/quo...</title><content type='html'>Hi Robert , By chance I came across your blogs/quotes...God ! what a treasure they are !!...it was like love at first sight ...I keep returning to you again &amp;amp; again ....Thank You so much my dear Robert , I love you for what you are doing nere...great indeed !!..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2669446536195434811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2669446536195434811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1267262597213#c2669446536195434811' title=''/><author><name>bkjagadish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13030434610850986869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16783612571592248191'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-7258864880557239707</id><published>2010-02-21T05:04:02.779-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:04:02.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KC Mom,
Thanks and welcome.  The best thing about ...</title><content type='html'>KC Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and welcome.  The best thing about your finding my blog is that I found yours -- so many thoughts I&amp;#39;d like to make my own (and probably will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles,&lt;br /&gt;rb</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/7258864880557239707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/7258864880557239707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1266757442779#c7258864880557239707' title=''/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17668997886299376904'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-1342945998577780647</id><published>2010-02-20T08:33:57.685-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:33:57.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh, I'm so glad my friend Sue helped me fi...</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, I&amp;#39;m so glad my friend Sue helped me find your blog today.  Heartache is definitely hard to define.&lt;br /&gt;But I love your visual of NY in the 60&amp;#39;s too.  Oh, how I could have seen it then.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/1342945998577780647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/1342945998577780647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1266683637685#c1342945998577780647' title=''/><author><name>KC Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09464184135822609876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13201107419424235253'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-3668251613966220740</id><published>2010-02-11T05:26:36.584-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T05:26:36.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>khushi,
Thanks and welcome.  You're the first to o...</title><content type='html'>khushi,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and welcome.  You&amp;#39;re the first to observe that I actually didn&amp;#39;t define heartache, but that&amp;#39;s me -- more a fountain of suggestion than of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles,&lt;br /&gt;rb</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3668251613966220740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3668251613966220740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265894796584#c3668251613966220740' title=''/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17668997886299376904'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-2090646884747967106</id><published>2010-02-11T03:36:47.390-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:36:47.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me again....I don't know what heartache means...</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s me again....I don&amp;#39;t know what heartache means to you, but your blog made me feel a sort of pain and loneliness. I&amp;#39;m going to follow you. You&amp;#39;ve caught my mind.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2090646884747967106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2090646884747967106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265888207390#c2090646884747967106' title=''/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09341706502020011897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09327781992045014172'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-5013882500347706384</id><published>2010-02-07T17:13:36.556-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:13:36.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShaneH,
Agreed -- and it sounds like you're someon...</title><content type='html'>ShaneH,&lt;br /&gt;Agreed -- and it sounds like you&amp;#39;re someone who&amp;#39;s had a little experience in the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your considerate words.  Had history been different, I think Miss X might have shared a few words of editorial experience with a young wanna-be writer, nothing more.  I picture her catching the 6:18 back to Westchester or wherever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles,&lt;br /&gt;rb</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5013882500347706384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5013882500347706384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265591616556#c5013882500347706384' title=''/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17668997886299376904'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-5543261725465125590</id><published>2010-02-07T14:14:21.195-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:14:21.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Robert~
Thank you for sharing this window into ...</title><content type='html'>Hi Robert~&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing this window into your past...and indeed we are rewarded richly for visiting here~&lt;br /&gt;I was at the tender age of 8 when John Kennedy was assassinated.&lt;br /&gt;I remember running home from school with a pounding heart...hardly understanding the gravity. I was 13 when Robert was killed.  This was the first time I ever saw my father cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems right that you spent that evening at home in CT, with your parents ~ and not with  Miss X.&lt;br /&gt; * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennett Cerf clearly missed a diamond-&lt;br /&gt;We know one when we see it ♦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best writing pours forth from the hearts of those who truly live ~ experiencing the fullness of life ~&lt;br /&gt;...so glad you&amp;#39;ve lived the life you have thus far ...&lt;br /&gt;to pour forth such heartfelt wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;All the best to you and Mrs. B ♥&lt;br /&gt;~~Maria</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5543261725465125590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5543261725465125590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265580861195#c5543261725465125590' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11196112590905903539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00260528529739766352'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-6360844496242189</id><published>2010-02-07T09:16:36.707-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:16:36.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really enjoyed ur story Robert. You are to my be...</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed ur story Robert. You are to my belief 101% right.heartache can be anything.because we dont live on a tape recording of a single life we are very much our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can fall a victim of it from anything</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/6360844496242189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/6360844496242189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265562996707#c6360844496242189' title=''/><author><name>ShaneH</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-7176276360508229583</id><published>2010-02-07T05:47:56.561-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:47:56.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>patricia,
Thanks.  I'll continue to throw in a lon...</title><content type='html'>patricia,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.  I&amp;#39;ll continue to throw in a longer post once in a while, but it&amp;#39;s the quotable short items that have a visibility beyond this blog, and that, I guess, is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj,&lt;br /&gt;Alas, you can&amp;#39;t keep writing without eventually giving away all your secrets.  No doubt I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles,&lt;br /&gt;rb</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/7176276360508229583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/7176276360508229583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265550476561#c7176276360508229583' title=''/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17668997886299376904'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-3576831492496086740</id><published>2010-02-07T03:44:14.497-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:44:14.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for all the notes Robert - grateful.  "In t...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the notes Robert - grateful.  &amp;quot;In the end, I found my soulmate in life and cannot imagine another&amp;quot; - look forward to learning a bit more from you, as convenient.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3576831492496086740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3576831492496086740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265543054497#c3576831492496086740' title=''/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17658120584493661588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01165589219652743520'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-2824019451694514294</id><published>2010-02-06T17:25:13.545-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:25:13.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert - you really ought to write longer posts mo...</title><content type='html'>Robert - you really ought to write longer posts more often. Thank you for this one. It&amp;#39;s a treasure.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2824019451694514294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2824019451694514294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265505913545#c2824019451694514294' title=''/><author><name>patriciapaddey</name><uri>http://patriciapaddey.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-5426328987854695913</id><published>2010-02-06T04:51:48.793-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:51:48.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken,
In the end, I found my soulmate in life and c...</title><content type='html'>Ken,&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I found my soulmate in life and cannot imagine another.  As I said to Marlene, I wish I were a painter of your stripe.  I&amp;#39;d love to have captured the Breslin of that day, before it became the newest of the Ace Hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles,&lt;br /&gt;rb</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5426328987854695913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5426328987854695913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265460708793#c5426328987854695913' title=''/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17668997886299376904'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-488035646307218652</id><published>2010-02-06T04:31:25.032-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:31:25.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rebecca,
Thanks and welcome.  Hope I can live up t...</title><content type='html'>rebecca,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and welcome.  Hope I can live up to your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene,&lt;br /&gt;There are memories of The Breslin I&amp;#39;d like to sketch in brushstrokes rather than keystrokes.  Oh, to have your talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj,&lt;br /&gt;You say it well.  It is not just that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but that sometimes the eye must be turned inward to behold.  You have a great deal to share, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don,&lt;br /&gt;I see it not so much as a &amp;quot;road not taken&amp;quot; story as a &amp;quot;loss of youthful innocence&amp;quot; story.  At 24, it was about time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry,&lt;br /&gt;You are very kind.  It&amp;#39;s not J. D. Salinger, but it&amp;#39;s the best imitation I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles all,&lt;br /&gt;rb</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/488035646307218652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/488035646307218652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265459485032#c488035646307218652' title=''/><author><name>Robert Brault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10075269686047305038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17668997886299376904'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-3656293208720752071</id><published>2010-02-06T04:13:58.223-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T04:13:58.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was in the common room at boarding school in Rei...</title><content type='html'>I was in the common room at boarding school in Reigate, Surrey on that day. I was very young but the shock waves were registering loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s great to hear of your whereabouts and experiences of the day. I get the impression that had you met Ms X your whole life may have taken a new direction...for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having snapshots that helps define, shape or give a fuller picture of an individual.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3656293208720752071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3656293208720752071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265458438223#c3656293208720752071' title=''/><author><name>Ken Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01659672111856249878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16144972241606146753'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-6661065128946466518</id><published>2010-02-05T16:19:13.828-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:19:13.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That was simply beautiful.
It evoked feelings for ...</title><content type='html'>That was simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It evoked feelings for an event that I have only heard about; and the weaving together with the events in your own life was both moving and harmonious.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing a gem of content, emotion and style.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/6661065128946466518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/6661065128946466518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265415553828#c6661065128946466518' title=''/><author><name>Terry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08510206398911431131</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-2710259498003784448</id><published>2010-02-05T14:46:01.280-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:46:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again I am rewarded richly for visiting you, ...</title><content type='html'>Once again I am rewarded richly for visiting you, my friend. I have my own vivid memories of that day and those times and your reflection brought them back to mind. I&amp;#39;ve concluded that you have both a brain and a heart, connected, and both functioning properly.    ~donkimrey&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Kinda nostalgic though about Ms X.  Made me think of a poem (Frost, I believe), &amp;quot;The road not taken.&amp;quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2710259498003784448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/2710259498003784448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265409961280#c2710259498003784448' title=''/><author><name>Don Kimrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03177641324752587329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03178336917235425213'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-3447397385093712145</id><published>2010-02-05T14:34:19.681-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:34:19.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Joy and sadness are emotional states known only t...</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Joy and sadness are emotional states known only to children, adults knowing no happiness so pure as joy and no sorrow so uncomplicated as sadness.” Much appreciated Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the liberty to share few notes from diary - with warm regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see that happiness depends on external factors: interaction with fellow humans, rewards for ones efforts, the share market, interpersonal relations and ones health … A malfunctioning air-conditioner can send the temperature soaring: outside and inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss on the other hand, does not depend on external factors at all. It’s like the TV screen that has all the programs, dramas, matches projected on to it, while remaining unaffected itself. Any program, however interesting, lively, fascinating or frustrating, will not affect the TV screen. Likewise, we are actually in a state of bliss, totally unaffected by the events around. To experience bliss, we need to get past the veil of ever changing “pictures”, probably through meditation, increased awareness and reflection within. Given that all our sense organs are directed outwards, it’s a matter of redirecting our attention inwards: to find, feel and then live with “bliss”. It’s actually the inside where peace, completeness (or incompleteness), fulfilment (or lack thereof) resides.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3447397385093712145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/3447397385093712145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265409259681#c3447397385093712145' title=''/><author><name>Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17658120584493661588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01165589219652743520'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-5748527897657091796</id><published>2010-02-05T10:34:47.879-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:34:47.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful look into your past, thank you so...</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful look into your past, thank you so much for sharing.  I can picture the events of your day clearly as you described them so beautifully, and I will never think of heartache quite the same.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5748527897657091796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/5748527897657091796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265394887879#c5748527897657091796' title=''/><author><name>Marlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05995976784483093896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14395369902718334085'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-7275125340271075041</id><published>2010-02-05T08:23:40.564-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:23:40.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning! what a great blog! you will be saved...</title><content type='html'>Good morning! what a great blog! you will be saved in my favorites and I will be checking in and following you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/7275125340271075041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/4686057404281251437/comments/default/7275125340271075041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html?showComment=1265387020564#c7275125340271075041' title=''/><author><name>rebecca hallin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10879681456589278999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.robertbrault.com/2010/02/define-heartache-reminiscence.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6655370700688657486.post-4686057404281251437' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6655370700688657486/posts/default/4686057404281251437' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>