... ..always the pause ....February 11, 2004   I cannot recall when last I owned an umbrella.  I often get wet.  Like the Mennonite woman I saw today, standing in the rain among plants in a country nursery.  With her black cap and plain black dress, she looked like a semicolon; and, thus, gave me pause.   My thoughts turned to drink, and what a fine pleasure it is to relax in a warm, cozy room sipping scotch, watching cold rain fall. Then I noticed my mind.  And I lifted a weak smile at my reflection, the one in the rearview mirror. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..1st quarter index..|..next

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