
It's odd, it's a little more than a month since I was supposed to go visit my friends Ed and Martial in Palm Springs, but it wasn't until today that I really missed them and their odd, parched neck of the woods.
Maybe next year, eh?
This address in a small Midwestern factory town was the launching pad for a life that has been messy, painful, Catholic, overseas, underpaid, in denial, in recovery, coming out, standing up, increasing glorious (if flawed), and under construction for over 50 years.
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