Thursday, October 6, 2016


I took my boat over to the marina to be pulled today.  I took my time, remembering how much this Lake has meant to me since 1950, when my aunt and uncle bought their place here.  They let me spend most of the summer at their place before my last year in the seminary.  The memory of these gentle hills rising out of the water got me through that last year when I was so eager to get out and start working as a priest.

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