A change of pace today. I am going to give politics and those who practice it the week off. They aren't going anywhere and I am tired of them and their blather. Instead, let's talk about love. Love? Yes, love. Dr. Bill Burch, my spiritual guide and Preacher Extraordinaire, whose efforts to save my sorry soul have been commendable but remain a work in progress, recently broached the subject in his weekly post. He said, "Life is judged by a simple question, 'Did I love well?' At the end of each day as we drift off to sleep, we ask, 'Did I love well today?' At the end of our lives as we drift off to death, we ask, "Did I love well?"' How do we respond to that? As we drift off to sleep, do we say, "I'm going to bed mad and I'm going to wake up mad and I'm going to be mad all day." Or, as we drift off to death, do we say, "I wonder if all that stuff I got mad about over the years was really that important?" My mother had an ironclad rule about love. The last words she and my dad spoke before going to sleep at night were, "I love you." Nothing after that. If either were to pass away during the night, the other would remember the last thing they ever said to each other. We sometimes toss the term around like a Frisbee. We love certain TV shows. We love weekends. We love football. We love cooking out. As for me, I love banana pudding, the University of Georgia and anything Ray Charles Robinson, of Albany, Georgia, has ever sung, especially "Georgia on my Mind." But love is deeper…
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