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I am waiting in deep anticipation for her next political post – hoping that she finds America's freaky obsession with saving trees and killing babies a topic worthy of her exposition.
She writes some great music, though.
Every once in a while, I'll get a sentimental streak. 
No…. not John. John's never melancholy. Like Dan says, I like to sit around and contemplate my navel.
So, I ponder these words tonight: "Every man dies, not every man really lives."
What does that mean? I mean, trying to keep it out of the canned answers from the Sunday School pantry – what does that really mean? It means whoever wrote Braveheart had a way with words!
Just the other day – when we all were gathered in Kathy's hospital room – and the kids and Kathy and I scrunched together around that really flexible hospital bed for a family picture – you know, John Michael, Grace, Jackson, Ellie, Henry, Mom and Dad – I got this cool little feeling. Kind of like this is what it is to really live. I didn't want to let the moment go.
You ever have those kind of moments? I sure hope you do.
Welcome back, DaveE. We missed ya.