January 26, 2004
Shells
CP left Thursday for her annual week in Florida at Sanibel. Friends have a January time-share on the beach. I’m always invited, but she needs the rest. Me, I get to go to the diocesan convention.
Like a lot of beachcombers, CP hunts shells. Once, she found one that bore on its side an image strikingly like the Jesus-of-the-Christian-Bookstore, one whose eyes, were they large enough, might follow you around the room. Feeling a bit lonely, I got the shell out for comfort and was surprised to find it’s changed. It looks a lot more now like John Kerry.