:think: But Rusha, she thinks I'm pretty. :chuckle: I know, you're right. Reminds me of a line of dialogue from Inherit the Wind, where the fellow who is supposed to be Jennings Bryan dies and the actor who is supposed to be Clarence Darrow stops a scoffing reporter from mocking the dead man in a petty eulogy. The Darrow stand-in says, "A giant once lived in that body."
I don't mean that glory was a giant once. But she was so much better. I don't think that was my invention or hope. I think sometimes the worst in us can overwhelm the best in us. My sin in relation is that I haven't sponsored the best, didn't defend it strongly enough when I saw what was happening, let my offense at the turning of a friend make me a poor one when I might have made a difference.
Now, mostly she reminds me of the wind. On the ignore pile goes she. Out of my life, my hair, and any further consideration. Sod with her, comes to it. That makes three. It's a magic number.
I think you have it right. :cheers:
