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Karen and Tom met at ballroom dancing lessons. They become good at dancing. They spent a lot time together. There was romance in the air and all the other dancers haled the new queen and king. Perhaps behind the enthusiasm there was latent jealousy. Two of the boys think that if they could dance better, Karen would have warmed to them. Three of the girls think it is not fair Karen got a boy after joining so soon. They don’t they like her revealing clothes and her new aloofness.  So Karen and Tom get married and live happily ever after. Wrong! About a year after the Cancun wedding Karen doesn’t come to the dances and then Tom stops. They both appear at the Valentine Dance but don’t actually dance much. A few years later you hear Tom re-married went back to dancing but his new wife is big with embroidery and hates dancing. Some one heard Karen was running an equestrian centre with her new partner.  Karen conveniently married her dance partner. Her Grand-Aunt would might have counselled h

    Now when you are born, married or die, it is generally agreed  that congratulations and  condolences flow on cue. There is often a party, and if you are crafty it is held at your friend’s clean house. If you win a 10km snow shoe race or a chess tournament you might win a medal and a trophy but not at the same time, however you will be applauded and savagely criticized by last year’s winners: usually at the same time.              There is one momentous occasion in our lives where no congratulations ensue. Unlike the 10km snow shoe race or chess tournament there is even a nagging doubt that the event takes place. But it is the big day and with a personal best of 19 years 4 months and 3 days you visit your financial institution to close out your mortgage.  You will own your own home. You expect the managers to be there in their best clothes and friends and relations to take photographs on this happy occasion. Maybe your wife should have taken off the morning to witness “Our moment?”