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The sermon for Aug. 21, 2002 is: point, counterpoint 8:14 a.m. Young's family forwarded me a letter they found amongst his effects; apparently it was never sent. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * October 31, 1995 J. D. 316A Cliff Street Santa Cruz, CA 95060 Dear John, . . . I think the part I liked best about that weekend (well, aside from the obvious, I mean) was when pretending that I was your brother and getting away with it. I mean, I wish I could say that I knew everything was going to be alright from there on, but I can't. I was really afraid because I had no idea what was going to happen. To a certain extent I still don't, but signs point to yes, as the Magic 8 Ball would say, you know? I'm not exactly sure what I'm trying to say, but strangely enough, I meant everything I said in that parking lot. No doubt there will be times when we're distant but when one of us dies surely the other one will weep...(oh dear, I didn't mean to sound so morbid) Anyway we'll get through this, you and I, and one day we'll look back and laugh and laugh and laugh. Nervously, yes, but laugh nonetheless. Your brother, Young * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
 
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