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Let me say the number and let you sit with it. Ninety-plus times. Thirty weeks. That’s this year so far, and the year isn’t done. I did the math because a recent article made me curious. Ninety in thirty weeks puts me on pace for well over a hundred and fifty encounters this year, good…
Yes, I have violated one (okay, almost all) of the ten commandments. As I’ve grown older, my relationship with gods has become more complex. Count them up, and it looks like promiscuity. Five gods in sixty-eight years, each one demanding worship, each one eventually abandoned. I used to be embarrassed by the list. Now I…