tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414826739553623574.post2673037397754668771..comments2024-03-26T16:06:54.317-04:00Comments on Reflections From The Bell Curve: Call Me InexplicablePat Bartonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15461263795359198289noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414826739553623574.post-51561707733001551962012-05-31T23:17:37.574-04:002012-05-31T23:17:37.574-04:00Steve; Thanks for coming to my rescue on this one....Steve; Thanks for coming to my rescue on this one. Although my blog makes it sound like this is an unusual occurrence, I'm afraid that's not so. But this particular day in Denver was even weirder than my "norm" (which is not all that "norm"). PatPatnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414826739553623574.post-33341635256720342022012-05-28T23:53:26.783-04:002012-05-28T23:53:26.783-04:00At the risk of sounding all weirded out in psychob...At the risk of sounding all weirded out in psychobable land, I unexpectedly choke up when recalling thoughts and feelings I had as young boy when having heart-to-heart conversations with my wife. I am amazed at the stregth of the emotions that rise up out of past. Makes me think that the past and present really always co-exist side-by-side or are intertwined in a way that makes strong emotions accessible.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838159361836205726noreply@blogger.com