Since we're getting mushy here, this will let me weave all sorts of my favorite topics into one post. I didn't get serious about Cheryl till a year later. My Mom demonstrated some fierce loyalty to my Dad while he was dying. That sort of example got me thinking about what I wanted from life later down the road. To mangle C.S Lewis, if you think of life as a wonderful hotel, you're bound to be disappointed. But, if you think of it as a prison, well, you'll find some things here and there to appreciate about it. I pretty much decided that whatever came my way, I certainly wanted Cheryl there. And that if it came down to it, well, she'd be every bit as loyal as one could hope for.
And, speaking of loyalty, I've never quite understood dogs' loyalty to humans. I've chalked it up to one of God's mysteries. Tyler Hamilton's dog had to be put down, continuing his long string of bad luck at crucial moments. He's wearing his dog's tag for the remainder of the Tour. It's an extremely classy move. Having lost Fred for a few hours, I can only begin to imagine. And, as I mentioned earlier, Cheryl was in fact the best person imaginable during the long evening.
- posted by cam @ 12:45 PM