single defining moment, a singularity point, where everything that came after would be completely different. A completely different life. A single minute, a single choice, and everything's different. Like Mr. Destiny. Or Family Man. But I remember Mr. Destiny more, for the single change. For me, 7th grade fall dance. Choose Jenni over Dana. That's it. Single choice. Here's my imaginary life from that point on. Girlfriend. rest of junior high, all through high school, college even. Parents like her. Don't have to sneak around. High school: different set of friends? More like Freshman year continued all four years. No Maggie at CTD. No odd summer of '91. No letter writing. No pining. No hole in the heart, no James and Case and Meghan and Liz. No philosophy. No Dungeons and Dragons. maybe. No little black book, burning of little black book. No knaack. Maybe more basketball. More stable? Less dramatic. No backstage crew. Not sure what takes the place. College: no heart break. Still at NU? No idea, maybe not. Maybe engineering at UofI to be closer. Maybe pre-med even. Ultimate still, going on that trend, get to know Tall sooner. Better at Ultimate? Less a rivalry with UChicago, less known about King and Akira. End up in Chicago? Maybe end up elsewhere. But no Jess. No drama there either. Wedding at St. Mary's. Kids already? Would I have continued playing ultimate? Maybe for Z, 2nd Wind, Big Shoulders, Machine instead? No Union Crew, no Tea & Strumpets, no Kaze, no Paganello? No fortress of solitude. No stadium seating. Might have been a math teacher, living in the 'burbs, with a garage, or a tool shed, maybe some woodworking. less technology, maybe more creativity. wow, quite possibly no musings, no daily dose. Possibly even no journaling. any writing? any creative outlets? more reading, less television? all because of a dance partner in 7th grade.