They got an eyeful the other day, my grandsons did…when they came across Donald Judd’s “Untitled” in Gallery 253 of the St. Louis Art Museum.
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Normally, I’d expect a walk in the woods to provide comfort.
After a recent trip to the grocery store, it appeared that we had bitten off more than we could chew.
Slipping in almost unnoticed, like a jolly old gift-bearer, the ‘O Antiphons’ arrive in the days just before Christmas.
There’s a part of me that’s inclined to think Isaiah might profit (ahem!) from spending a little time in my neighborhood.
My feeble brain had a tough time processing what I saw this morning when I strolled into the commons of the local middle school: Chairs, chairs, everywhere – some already in tidy rows; others stacked, pending placement. All of them, awaiting the crowds on Christmas Eve.
It occurs to me that faucet repairs, like salvation history, tend to require a lot of manpower.
At least, that’s the legacy I seem to have received from my father.