Saturday

Saturday: in a few minutes we leave to drive to Apalachicola for the funeral of an old friend and parishioner, whose husband we buried years ago. Bud was an architect, Jean worked with Linda in PennysWorth, the parish thrift and consignment shop that they started over a quarter century ago. Seems to me Bud and Jean retired to us from Connecticut. As the rector is away, I will officiate and be celebrant for Eucharist.

In the background the muted television is on the horror in Charleston, the victims and their grieving families. Yet more cruelty that stirs terrible anguish, but needs no comment from me because the words are tired, all used up and apparently of no consequence to the more of the same that lies ahead. Why has such evil become epidemic in this American generation. Who are the perpetrators. The enablers. There is no place to go with the conversation. Pogo for President.

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