When I was 14 or so, my father reclaimed a sailboat that had been left untended for years on a trailer under the trees near our house. The open deck had been closed in by a waxed, mildewed canvas cover. Under the moss and grit that covered the hull, the wood was still sturdy and sound. […]
On late days one summer, I would walk through the rich heat to the small chapel in the sacristy in the rear of the church, off the corridor that joined the monastery and the church together. Bishop Ansgar would say Mass each afternoon: sepulchral, solemn, devout. What I can remember about those Masses was how […]