by William James –for Manchester, NH [2] Sitting on a graffiti’d stone overlooking the city. Watching jets take off from MHT. Ruiner is in my headphones & hell is empty. There’s sermons to read, lectures to write, & finally a warmth from the sun. All the houses look the same from this height. You’d like it here. I’m out of breath from the climb, but at least I’m climbing. Landing gear stowed…
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By Nancy Baker It was after the washing of the dinner pots and dishes, the reading of today’s paper, the tucking in bed of the younger ones. It was after I heard him say as he walked out the back door, “I’ll see you later,” and I responded, “Good luck…