then, when the lights blinked to signal the end of intermission, he would walk into the theater with the crowd, settle into an empty seat, and enjoy the second act. i think one of the best things from this storm is neighbors playing outside and visiting with each other! bob talks, walks, sounds like his old self, but that's because he was hit on the left side of his head and not the right. we, her friends who weep, may pause and say, "there is no greater love than this -- her dear memory to us a treasure will be always." 