
And the test had different questions. I think maybe I'm a Great Golden Danetriever.





I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. he can fill that tiny span with meaning,so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant...A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life. It is hard work to fill ones' life with meaning...A life filled with meaning is worthy of rest. I want to be worthy of rest when I am no longer here."
-The Chosen, by Chaim Potok
slammed by the door. And, while I got better at remembering, I got slammed in the back the day before we returned it. Hmph. Also, the windows are really high and the visibility is poor. But the thing does have a sweet, ginormous trunk. The thing looks like a hearse, and if you fold down the back seats, you can fit a coffin, or a long folding table in there, which we did. The table, not the coffin. I kept hoping I'd have a need to haul more stuff, but besides a couple of boxes of food storage, I didn't get to utilize it much. Anyways, good riddance!

