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 The validation of all a person, another human,     can mean to another....          may only be felt. Men have emotions:  deep emotions, not singular either.      The setting:  ( Provisions Bakery & Deli in a sleepy Ohio town, waking up amongst sweet smells of baked goods and people coming and going.  Two tables over a venerable elder sits, walking-stick stretched out on right of table.  As a dawning, attention is transformed, the table has become an altar: his wife is framed in a small 3x5 window in the center of that flat square. Three empty chairs surround the small table.  "Tuesdays through Saturday--it's my morning ritual," he almost has an apologetic tone.  It's Friday.)     Across the span of something we might call, Occupancy, that transitory reality       has dictated a type of musical chairs.          One two three or more.  Twenty or more filled with family and friends,                 today just one chair, yes... One today.  A profound story contained