what's_in_here raze he used to cruise the streets of serbia. picking up girls on his motorcycle. looking for a good time. his uncle tried to fix him up with his friend's daughter. she didn't want anything to do with him, but she hated the life she had. "move with me to canada," he said. "we'll get married. if you aren't happy, i'll give you five thousand dollars and you can go back home. no strings attached." she knew it was a one-way trip. her father would kill her for disgracing the family if he ever saw her again. she left anyway. they were together for thirty years. a year after his wife died of a heart_attack, he met a widow who'd lost her son to suicide. friendship deepened into love. he spent twenty thousand dollars fixing up her house. some of the work he did himself. he knew people who could take care of the rest. she sold the house and turned a profit. "what do i do now?" she asked him. "i'll tell you what you do," he said. "you find an apartment and have money in the bank." there was a long waiting list to get into the place she decided she liked. he gave the property manager a handshake and pressed a wad of cash into his palm. that took care of that. his children don't approve of the choices he's made. "it's my life," he says. he plans to sell his business and his home, move to europe, and just ride around for a while. like he did when he was a kid. then he'll move in with her. "the problem," he says, "is we're always searching for the wrong things. look for what's in here." and he taps one finger against his chest. 230704 ... kerry beautiful, raze. 230705 ... raze (that's really kind of you to say, kerry.) 230705 what's it to you? who go blather from