Never lick a steak knife

Home again, home again.
When you come back from a vacation - a camping trip, a cruise, Disneyland - you leave the artificial to return to the normal. When you spend a week where you lived for 17 years it's a different dynamic. At least it was for me. I can honestly say I don't miss the sub-freezing temps. I much preferred going to the driving range this afternoon in a T-shirt and shorts. But maybe you can go back. I certainly found it very easy to slip back into as-tho-I-never-left conversations with important friends we left behind.
We made the right move at the right time. But I sure miss my Michigan peeps. And I wish there was a way for our new friends and our old friends to all be around.
Thanks, folks, for a great visit. Love you all.

Let's assume for the sake of discussion that global warming is an undisputed reality and that human activity is the primary cause. Let's also assume that Darwinian evolution is a fact.
The former tells us that when we violate the laws of nature, nature suffers significantly. Lesson: don't mess with Mother Nature.
Which makes me wonder about the medical advances we continue to make. Childhood diseases that used to mean certain death are now virtually eliminated. Drugs and medical procedures keep seniors alive a decade longer than they lived a generation ago. In between are adults only still alive because of things like chemotherapy, surgery and meds (I'm one of them).
If it's not good to mess with Mother Nature in regard to global warming, why is it a good thing to upset the dynamics of evolution - the survival of the fittest - through modern medicine? Aren't disease and death nature's way of eliminating the weak? Aren't we committing an evil parallel to excessive carbon emissions?

I finished The Scarlet Pimpernel while I was still back in MI. Good book! On the way home I started Silas Marner. This will be my third read of this classic, but the last one was a decade ago and this book warrants a second - or third - visit. It's relatively short book, and behind an engaging story lies a powerful morality tale. Stop by your local bookstore and pick up a copy. Because it's public domain you can get a paperback edition for $5 or $6, maybe less. It might take you a few pages to get used to the English syntax of 1861 but you'll get it easily enough, and the payoff is well worth it.

I got an exit row aisle seat for the Continental Airlines flight from Cleveland to Phoenix. The couple to my right looked to be early 60's, and judging from the absence of wedding rings they aren't married. Based on the fawning that went on through most of the flight ... they aren't married.

I drove a VW bus for a few years while we lived in Riverside CA. I drove it 55 miles each way to seminary and back two or three times a week and it was our family's primary vehicle, including for summer vacations. So I read with particular interest a local news story about a head-on crash between a VW bus and a semi on a highway just north of here. Needless to say, the VW driver was killed instantly. The only thing between someone in the front seat of a VW bus and anything they might hit is a thin sheet of steel.
How often has God protected us from serious harm without our having any clue as to his intervention on our behalf? Did it happen today?