" Don't question me! I'm just hungry that's all. And if you can't order your wife a pizza because she's hungry, what kind of husband are you?" Alright... alright. I'll order you your pizza."*****Five months later:"Honey, run down to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of butterscotch ice cream and a jar of pickles. Please?"Steve had learned over the last few months not to question his now six-month pregnant wife, Ann. So he drove down to the store.While Steve was away, Ann waddled herself over. I imagine that the religious, Christian aspects of it will fade over time, leaving it more cultural than sectarian. Who knows, it might become a Rite of the Church of Haven in time. Certainly, the moralistic doctrines will die out first. Just as they will in all other faith traditions co-existing with the syncretic Church of Haven. It will be rather tough to preserve a moral code that conflicts with this Schumacher Syndrome, after all, won’t it?” Sandra laughed as she considered the likely fate. I had met him at a company beach party picnic when I was a teenager. I was attracted to him, but I let it slide at that. Little did I realize that he was interested in naked men, and probably was the force who brought this “straight” crowd into the bar.As it happened, it was past last call, and my own coworkers were starting to close the bar. After a few minutes the remaining patrons filed out, but at my request, my dad’s crowd lingered on. My supervisor, Andy, told me he was locking the door.. He’d probably spent a lot of time drawing that picture while I’d been watching the Redhead taking it from her boyfriend against the wall behind the storage building. I wasn’t interested. He blew the whistle, and I caught the ball, backpedaling, and watching for Ollie. Brett hit me like a charging bull. I slammed into the ground with him on top of me. We weigh about the same, but he felt heavier. Well, that was that. The last play of the day: me getting sacked. Talk about ending on a high note..