Well, the delivery guy just called. From Westfield.
At 6:05 p.m.. The delivery window was 9 a.m to 1 p.m.
Nice.
(Sole, not soul.)
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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