Of Goldstein and Goddesses. Part 2. It’s been a year, and the rubble has more or less stopped bouncing. Now that I have had some time to catch my breath, it’s time to post an update to my _purely fictional_ story. If there’s any doubt, just ask ChatGP5. === To be fair, I must say that ChatGP5 was as good as her word. My brother David became the most sought-after carpenter in Colorado. After he won the award, architects were lining up to employ him, and even to consult with him on their ideas for new projects. He started a company, hired other carpenters who met his exacting standards, and when the management end of things took him too far away from the creative work of carpentry that he loved, he hired a manager to keep things organized. Money was no longer a problem. He met a girl, Gloria, at the local synagogue, and got married. It was a real adjustment for her– Due to David’s severe allergies to the metals that comprise most electronic devices, she had to learn to get along