Indian Summer and aaduna? When, Where, Why…
|Bruce Ellis Alford, (photo provided)|
816. Children lingered in line outside an old building where youth ministry workers handed out Kool-Aid in Styrofoam cups and Oatmeal cookies wrapped in paper napkins.
|Hallie Hayes (photo provided)|
to the ball
in their odor of ardor,
|Christina R. Leal (photo provided)|
|Mario Duarte (photo provided)|
It all began with the rain. Yes, rain. It rained like it hasn’t rain in decades around here and more than I’ve ever seen. Yeah, I agree, global warming. Anyway, the rain began with one long thunderous crack, erupting like a tear in the fabric of the sky, a rip that cast down million and millions of fat rain drops.
"You have to stop punishing yourself. It's not your fault."
"If I was there I could have done something to stop it. I am sure of it."
"There is nothing you can do now. It is time to get ready for the reunion."
Frank's Mother would always arrive last to the Pilgrim family reunion.
The next aaduna issue is being prepped. We are psyched!