My friend’s older sister died. I rang him up at his Connecticut home. Rich, melodic, ”Hello.” “It’s McGee,” I said. “Hey.” I got to the subject. “I heard Val died. I'm so sorry.” Pause…. “I appreciate it. Thanks. She died on the 29th. She’d been sick and had a recurrence. I got a chance to go out there and spend some time with her before it happened,” he said. “She’d become a Buddhist. She didn’t complain about her situation, accepting it all it seemed.” “I always liked

“Of course you have heard of Pascal’s Wager?” my friend asked. “Uh, remind me,” I said, knowing where his question was headed. Our recent conversations had turned to matters of the hereafter and who was still left from our old college gang. We let the young waitress refill our coffee and gather-up our pastry plates. Now retired from a legal career, my friend had returned to school for a masters in theology. Well, he said, Pascal argued when in doubt whether God exists, wh