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Recently, I watched an episode of Seinfeld. It’s the one where Jerry and Elaine attempt to have a no-commitment sexual relationship. Jerry tells his friend George about the plan who says it can’t be done.

I’ve met adulterers, liars, prostitutes, occultists and criminals. I saw some good in all of them and they all probably thought they were good.

As I parked behind a small car the other day, I noticed its large bumper sticker, vividly displaying one word in large capital letters: CHOICE.

It was 1970 and I was 8 years old. I was returning from Italy on a large ocean liner. I had been in Italy for a couple of months and hadn’t eaten any junk food.

My wife and I recently boarded a city bus in Thunder Bay. I was surprised to see that about two thirds of the seats were designated as “priority” or “courtesy” seating for the elderly, the pregnant, the handicapped and parents with infants. From what I’ve been told, about a third of city buses are now set up this way. The rest only have about six seats that are specially designated.

Tony knew he was dying. The doctor told him that his body was full of cancer. Tony couldn’t walk. He was in a hospital bed with a catheter inserted into his penis.

In Greek mythology, Narcissus fell in love with his reflection in a pool of water, and he looked at it until he died. This is where we get the word narcissism, a fixation with oneself.