27-Dec-1999 -- It was an archetypical rural scene: a light snow
blanketing a quiet midwestern field, the rustic farmhouse and silo peeking
through the cold mist and Becky piledriving her head into the ground, overcome
with the joy of confluence. This was the most accessable of my confluences
yet - about 50 feet from a road, just 11 miles southeast of Fort Wayne, IN.