My favorite color is yellow. Not for any particular reason but because it seemed like my signature. This summer I went to a reunion of my mother's family in the southwest corner of the county. It was at the church I went to as a kid. I left the party in the basement and went upstairs to the main part of the church and what did I see, really for the first time? It was yellow, all yellow. The paint on the walls, yellow. The stained glass windows are yellow so too therefore the light landing on the paint. It was so simple a realization but it was so strange to see it for the first time. I'm 41 on Tuesday. I guess it's about time I figured this out. What other things from that place are still unseen in or by me?