Margaret and I spent today at the beach, as the waters have calmed to normal waves after Storm Hermine last week. Thus, I never got to the keyboard today for Catechism Analysis. That post might appear late tomorrow. I have a breakfast meeting Friday with two of the greatest religious minds of our time (all of us from the same parish at that) to thrash out a new outline for our diocese's 101 introductory course for catechist certification.
Today is the 54th anniversary of my entering the seminary. On September 8, 1962, at the age of 14, I packed all my worldly belongings in a trunk and boarded an Erie-Lackawanna passenger train in Buffalo for a brave new world. Late that day I arrived at St. Joseph's Seraphic Seminary in Callicoon, NY, on the Delaware River to begin a six year stay on the mountain--high school and junior college. I made some great friends and had some laughs, but it was not a joyous time in my life and I have never advocated for boarding school minor seminaries.
I received word today that the country health clinic near my home has cleared all my paperwork and has booked me a full schedule of patients for next Monday, which will be my regular work day for the foreseeable future. The doctors and dentists work pro bono, as the clinic is under the auspices of Catholic Charities. Starting Monday, there will now be mental heart services as well. It is possible that I may have to rearrange my blogging schedule a bit, but changes will be minor. I am looking forward to returning to the pitching mound, so to speak. Let's just hope I still have my curveball.
Hopefully, I'll be with you tomorrow.