“Hit me.”
Three times in a row, against odds she had hit seventeen and come up with twenty-one. It was a fool’s play yet based on the pile of chips in front of her; she was anything but a fool. A crowd gathered watching, other players left the table, it became the Bride and the Dealer.
“Hit me.”
Again, she hit a seventeen and made twenty-one, the crowd burst into excited laughter. Finally, someone asked, “Where’s the groom?”
“At the chapel”, she answered, “A girl can change her mind can’t she?”
“Hit me.”

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Recently I have been giving a great deal of thought to the idea of how we move through the world. Not our physical movement, though this is important but rather our emotional, intellectual and philosophical movement through life.
Where is the cutoff?
Dignity


It has been a very long time since I have been to a political event. This is not because I am disinterested in politics, as anyone who reads me knows. The truth is since my shooting I have an abiding fear of crowds. It is difficult for me to quell my fear, to stop my heart beating outside of my chest. Nevertheless, I did it. In fact, I did it twice in one day and I am glad I did.







getting to the desk of the President. Why do they continue this folly, at a time when the acolytes of Ayn Rand and her philosophy of absolute selfishness (not Christianity) are trying hard to forget there are consequences to elections and ignoring their own stump of deficit reduction and fiscal conservatism. I guess their principals only count when it isn’t them who might be hungry, without work, buried in student debt, losing your home or facing life without health insurance for your child or yourself.
