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Rick's taking a stab at it:)
Nancy


> On Jun 10, 2015, at 7:27 PM, Robert Biden <rhbdc@icloud.com> wrote:
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> Beaubidenfoundation.org
> For the Protection of Children
> Temp site already exists- take a look.
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> RHB
> 202.333.1880
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>> On Jun 10, 2015, at 4:27 PM, Nancy Pinchera <npinchera@icloud.com> wrote:
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>> Rick would be honored to come up with ideas for you (and Beau)
>> We would need some general ideas from you first. What will be the mission of the foundation?
>> Nancy
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>>> On Jun 10, 2015, at 4:24 PM, Robert Biden <rhbdc@icloud.com> wrote:
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>>> Trying to come up with a logo for Beau Biden foundation-- any cool ideas from you or Rick?
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>>> RHB
>>> 202.333.1880
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>>>> On Jun 10, 2015, at 4:10 PM, Nancy Pinchera <npinchera@icloud.com> wrote:
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>>>> I bet your Dad would like this poem. I would like to imagine that he takes living very seriously:)
>>>>
>>>> Nancy
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>>>> On Living
>>>> by Nazim Hikmet
>>>>
>>>> I
>>>> Living is no laughing matter:
>>>> you must live with great seriousness
>>>> like a squirrel, for example--
>>>> I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
>>>> I mean living must be your whole occupation.
>>>> Living is no laughing matter:
>>>> you must take it seriously,
>>>> so much so and to such a degree
>>>> that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
>>>> your back to the wall,
>>>> or else in a laboratory
>>>> in your white coat and safety glasses,
>>>> you can die for people--
>>>> even for people whose faces you've never seen,
>>>> even though you know living
>>>> is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
>>>> I mean, you must take living so seriously
>>>> that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees--
>>>> and not for your children, either,
>>>> but because although you fear death you don't believe it,
>>>> because living, I mean, weighs heavier.
>>>> II
>>>> Let's say we're seriously ill, need surgery--
>>>> which is to say we might not get up
>>>> from the white table.
>>>> Even though it's impossible not to feel sad
>>>> about going a little too soon,
>>>> we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,
>>>> we'll look out the window to see if it's raining,
>>>> or still wait anxiously
>>>> for the latest newscast. . .
>>>> Let's say we're at the front--
>>>> for something worth fighting for, say.
>>>> There, in the first offensive, on that very day,
>>>> we might fall on our face, dead.
>>>> We'll know this with a curious anger,
>>>> but we'll still worry ourselves to death
>>>> about the outcome of the war, which could last years.
>>>> Let's say we're in prison
>>>> and close to fifty,
>>>> and we have eighteen more years, say,
>>>> before the iron doors will open