Frank Lee has been quietly reaching out to me for the better part of two years, now, pretty much since Crosby moved to California. Things picked up speed earlier this year when he moved out of his parents' house and to a house of his own not far from me. We've sat next to each other during Mass. He sought me out, soon after publication of my ( Read more... )

I should point out that lots of other things happened over the weekend. I mentioned that the monastery was every bit as bucolic as any co-counseling site; but, what I didn't mention was how much historic value the surrounding river valley brought to the table. We were literally within a few miles of the FDR presidential library. The view of the ( Read more... )

Is it June that supposedly "creeps in on little cats feet", according to the poet? [Note: Apparently, not. That snippet is from a poem about fog, by Carl Sandburg ( Read more... )

The evening began as it has for the past few weeks, with me prancing down the main side street, DD coffee cup in hand, waving a greeting to the gathered from behind my Wayfarers. No sooner did I begin my grinning and shucking, "Gay Museum" routine than I was caught short by the picture of Crosby sitting calmly on the garden retaining wall across ( Read more... )

The Men's Dinner had a definite valedictory quality to it. It was difficult to wrap my head around how much had changed in just one year. Last Cinco de Mayo,http://johnwesley73.livejournal.com/2014/05/04/ Crosby was all possibility. He was positively anxious to flex his ( Read more... )

Those of us of a certain age may recall the role that first made Bob Denver, the late comedian famous, the one that preceded his eponymous ship-wrecked urchin on "Gilligan's Island". It was as Maynard G. Krebs the beat-nik best bud of the equally eponymous, "The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis ( Read more... )

Today I led my first Compline ( Read more... )