It ain't over 'til I say it's over

I was walking down the street this morning when I passed a small scrap of paper. On it someone had scribbled:

Dear Damion - I'm sorry. Our relationship is not over.

Hmmm. Now I can't help but wonder if this is a note from someone who is trying to stop a break-up already in progress? Can you even do that? Do other people know this is an option? Maybe it's not and the note failed miserably, hence its new home on the sidewalk. But...maybe Bonnie Raitt was wrong and with a short to-the-point note, I can make you love me.

Watch out boys!

In God We Trust

Recently, I was in DC for a conference (because there weren't already enough lawyers in DC). On my way to the airport my taxi driver, clearly a devout Christian, was struggling with a personal dilemma. He was torn between concentrating on his driving and concentrating on his pocket bible. The bible won out. I wasn't sure how to feel about this. I quickly read the taxicab passengers' list of rights conveniently posted on the back of the passenger seat, but having a driver who was not reading the bible while driving was not listed...I could, however, have all the air conditioning I wanted, thank God. I mean, sure reading while driving is dangerous, but is it less dangerous if you're reading the book of God. How can He really punish you for that. Lucky for me, we never found out. After swerving into the other lane once and toward a cement wall once, he stopped reading and I said Amen.