Musings from a reconstructed liberal clergyperson of the United Methodist/United Church of Christ persuasion
Monday, May 28, 2012
After all these years, the old truck is resting in California. My Dad lived his stories. As a metaphor it informed my life. Now it's my son's turn. He'll have to tell/live his own stories. But he'll always have the love of two men to back him up.
Before I passed it on, I drove it to the top of Pikes Peak and I also drove it over to the Garden of the Gods to reflect on all that had gone into the life of the man who gave it to me.
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