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Volume 17, Issue 5:
Nathan Wilson stares out his window.
"God asked Job if he could ever send lightnings and have
them report back, saying, `Here we are.' It was a rhetorical question.
Job couldn't, and neither can I. The best I can do is play thunderstorm
with my son when he's wearing his flame-retardant jammers. The lights
are off, and I rub him all up and down with his blanket. Rub, peel, and
watch the crackle."