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Yes, it was beautiful. Spectacular, really. Beth and I had stopped at a roadside park to have a look. It was mountainous country and the park was basically a lookout, with a sidewalk and a stone fence serving as a railing. It was sunny and there was just a little bit of mist, some of it below us. The whole valley was a checkerboard of farms, wooded areas and a couple of church steeples indicating towns hidden among the trees. It was morning– about 9AM–and we had the park to ourselves.

There was a paved path going in one direction, following the ledge, and we decided to follow it and see where it went. Well, I always like any kind of exploring, and Beth went along with it. After about 75 feet, it led to another lookout point, complete with paved area and stone fence. We could barely see the other area and couldn’t see our car any more. The place remained deserted and very quiet–we would hear a car long before it reached the parking lot.

I commented to Beth how great it was. She agreed, but I knew she wasn’t as intrigued by the opportunity to look at a whole valley from above as I was. She mentioned how deserted the place was. I was still looking out over the valley and she came up behind me. She hugged me around the middle of my body, pressing her body against mine. I was standing about a foot from the railing, leaning on it just a little with my hands. She just stood there, hugging me. I felt the side of her head against my back.

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     She was waiting with a radiant smile and a hopeful heart, and he greeted her with a sensual kiss as she slid across the seat next to him. The older model sedan, with its finely tuned engine purred through the gentle curves of the coastal highway, transporting them from the lunacy of the city into a world of peace. Rick was a gentle man, bound by traditions and self-imposed disciplines; he would not settle for failure, nor tolerate resignation. Focused yet reasonable, he was swiftly promoted to a management position, and quickly won the support of his peers and subordinates alike with his impartial leadership. Rhonda, on the other hand, was a struggling artist; brilliant yet indecisive. She had completed her studies at one of the finest institutes, and could create acrylics of show quality. But she was unable to effectively control her impulsiveness and was often unable to complete even the simplest artistic designs. She deeply respected her companion, and the quiet decisive manner in which he acted. On the other hand, he deeply treasured the impulsive nature of her personality, gifted with the ability to transform his seriousness into laughter. They were a study in contrasts, bound by devotion and dependence, growing ever closer to a lifetime commitment.

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      The sky didn’t look good for golf as I drove my Cadillac under thecover of the clubhouse extension. Tommy sauntered out to pull my heavybag from the trunk. I tipped the young man very well so we both cameaway happy. He really wouldn’t like my bag today because of the addedweight of the rain gear, but then again he wouldn’t want to schlepp mypurse either.
      I left the keys in the ignition and slid outside.
      ”True golfer’s weather, Dr. Cantwell,” Tommy quipped.

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         James Kirk was dead.
       No matter how many times the fifty-four year oldCommander had repeated that simple phrase in her mind, shestill found it almost impossible to accept. How often over thelast three decades had she’d heard them uttered, only to havethem disproved as the Captain managed to change the oddsonce again. If the latest proclamation had come from anyoneother than Pavel, she would still be waiting for Jim Kirk to showup and prove everyone wrong.
       But this time there would be no miracle escape. Thistime, the former Communications Officer of the USSEnterprise would have to accept the hours old communication asfact. Only legends lived forever, not the men who made them.