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Out of This World

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Written by Spyros Vutetakis, October 6, 2006 to

George  and  Marien Kissling

.  .  .

I recently began composing a poem about you as “angels”,
reflecting my impression of your behavior.

But Marj opined that would engender a focus
“out of this world”,
and she was right (as usual).

So, instead, I hereby denote you simply as good people,
whom we are so fortunate to have as close neighbors.

For example, your kindness is not brief and occasional in nature,
but a major quality which has earned both of you
the appellation of  “a kind person”.

Actually, each of you has gained the enviable reputation
(hmmmm, how shall I put it?)……..  ah, let us say,
of being both intelligent and thoughtful.

(As you proved again the other day.)

So, George and Marien, we thank you for being who you are,
and may there be consequent rewards
in the streams of your own lives.

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When my parents moved from Royal Oak into their Mission Hills home in San Diego, they felt it was paradise.  A Spanish-style home on a palm tree-lined boulevard overlooking a canyon with colorful gardens–they thought it couldn’t get any better than this and then they met the neighbors, George and Marien Kissling.  By coincidence, George and Marien had also moved to San Diego from Royal Oak and used to dine at Inn Season Café.  What a small world!  With each passing day, George, Marien, Sam and Marj came to know each other well, sharing views of the world from the same perspectives, visually and politically.  Even their cat Shadow was charmed by Sam, meowing and purring in a conversational style from his window perch.  Sam would respond in kind, making this a daily exchange.

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Life on Fort Stockton Drive was idyllic for Sam. He would feed what seemed to be half the birds in San Diego and, when not outside, would observe them through his bedroom picture window.  He did for the birds what he would do for everyone he met—engage them and make them feel good about themselves.  It was a remarkable thing to see–at one point he even had a goldfinch eating out of his hand.  George and Marien watched this first-hand and they really “got” him.  After Sam passed away, they sent this poem to us in his memory.  It is the kind of poem he loved and is a fitting memorial to a man who walked softly, but had profound impact.   -gv

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