If I had to lose one of my senses, I would lose the sixth sense of inference, or drawing conclusions. This
sense allows one to understand unspoken messages communicated by body
language and the dangers inherent in scenarios like falling asteroids
and law enforcement. No longer would I need to worry about such things;
no longer would fear plague my now-numb consciousness. Indeed, I would
be free to act as I will. "Darn the consequences" would be my motto; and
on my tombstone, written shortly after my imminent death, would read
the words, "He lived so cautiously; he died so carelessly."
I just came back from my brother's renewal of vows. He lives in Wisconsin, and this particular week, they experienced colder-than-average temperatures. I could tell because my hands began to go numb as I attempted to tie down a trailer after last night's reception. As a result, I appreciated the fact that the temperature in Stockton was in the mid-sixties when I came back. It was, however, good to take part in this, a dream of my brother and sister-in-law, after at least two years without seeing them. I saw the incredible support of their friends, who helped set up the day before, took part on the day of the event, and stayed late to help clean up. Aware of how tired everyone was late last night, one of Chris's friends even lent Chris his truck to take the last of the decorations home, a favor that allowed the family to return home before two o'clock in the morning last night. Here are some of the highlights: 1. Hearing on a plane what sounded like a baby's fi...
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