The sign said it was called Century Avenue. Neither of us recalled seeing on it before.Curious, we walked along the street and found there was only o...e store but weren't sure if it was open. It was a Chinese shop called The Century Store. We walked up to the door and were a bit surprised it was unlocked. In a story like this the door should have creaked, but it moved smoothly and quietly on its hinges. We walked down past old glass cases full of odd items for sale. There were small smoking. 08.29 -- Updated - 2001.01.10I sit silently on an old fieldstone wall, concealed by a centuries' growth of green, watching the gray furred forms moving slowly past the trees a hundred yards ahead, as they chat with their daughter.'Damn!' I think to myself. Sure, the Smittes are a sweet elderly couple, but they're utterly clueless ... which is fortunate for me and my 'special friendship' with ... oh, wait, there he is!Samuel's ears perk up as one of his acute senses detects me. The Smittes idly. Everything went great at the show. Sean and I had planned well, and we accomplished everything we needed to do by mid-day of the second day. With time to kill, we spent the afternoon flirting with the cutest of the saleswomen before calling it a day. Our tradition was to go out the last night for a great steak dinner and then hit a strip club to blow whatever was left of our per diem. Back in my room I had a momentary hope that Sean would beg off this time. My wife had planted a seed and over. With touch came my first genuine contact with identity. My breath caught in unseen lungs as I was massaged and manipulated. Muscles took shape beneath my skin. Structure. A skeleton that gave rigidity to my stance. And with structure I found boldness. No matter how locked to my environment, I stood firm. I was one with my world and I embraced it as it touched me.I absorbed all I could feel. I had known no other senses and now there was a mysterious world unfolding around me. I felt the hard.