If you're sitting across the table from someone, the geometry of the situation says 'confrontation.' If you're walking with somebody, you're heading in the same direction, and the spatial dance you're doing is a little more cooperative.

The graph is heading in the right direction.

If anyone says, 'Let's have a girls' night out,' I will run in the opposite direction.

These days - with the decline of the traditional churches - I'm concerned about where we obtain some form of moral direction.

Abbie would whimper sometimes when the turkey answered and maybe turn her head in the direction of the bird, but otherwise she was still. Brad shot a nice bird from that flock and we never would have even known they were there had it not been for the dog.

That confrontation, I think, clearly was in the minds of those who were sitting down at the table,