So as the poet John Donne once noted, "Send not to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee."
I am ever conscious these days that the bell could easily toll for me. That's why the chill I felt long ago on those foreign tarmacs is with me still. It's why I look over my shoulder, metaphorically, more than I wish I had to. And it's why I won't be driving through Texas any time soon.
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