A few hours later, the phone rang. “Hey, Terry!” It was the George I knew. Bliss engulfed him, but computers don’t care if you’re blissful or not, though they’re working on programming emotion into hard drives. He said, “Nine-year-old Justin had my book up in 15 seconds. He right clicked something.”
Happiness is knowing what to click. Someday, a wolf shall lie down with a lamb, and a little child will lead them. Talk about hearts leaping up.
— Contact Terry Cummins at TLCTLC@AOL. com