
When I was a young boy our family would take trips from Compton into Los Angeles. Driving up Alameda Blvd., as we neared the downtown area the railroad tracks for all the industrial spurs would enter the street and run…
Read MoreOn Sunday morning I woke up with a racing heart and a sense of dread. I had just come back to consciousness from a terrible dream – a nightmare, really. In this dream I was seated in my vestments ready…
Read MoreWe moved to a new neighborhood when I was in my second year of high school. Now, I must confess that pretty much all through junior high and into my first year of high school, school was a social disaster. …
Read MoreAs July rolls into August, high seas and ferocious winds threaten to swamp the Ship of State. Huge surges of new waves of coronavirus inundate hospital emergency rooms. This week one of our own at St. Francis has been hospitalized…
Read MoreI must be doing something wrong. But I am perplexed as to what it could be. This spring, as last spring, I went to my garden and scattered some seeds. Sweet Alyssum, Nasturtium, California Poppy. And what came up? Nothing. …
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