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 Not much of anything to say today

    But that never stops me, does it?

   Before Jackie and I were married, we were active in a campus group called Canterbury, officiated with the Episcopal Church in DeKalb.

    There were 8 to 10 of us in school and attending church, and we met maybe once a week  for fellowship.

    One of the guys in it was a character.  His name was Jerry and Jackie and I really liked him.

    After we were married, there was a going away party for him. He was headed to North Dakota and was interested in becoming a priest.

    Seeing as it was me, we showed up a day late.  The party was on a Saturday, we got there on a Sunday.  It was in DeKalb for gosh sakes and I blew it.

    We never heard from him again, but we always wondered what happened to him.

    Well, I found out.In our latest Northern Now alumni magazine, there was a listing for a Jerald under the faculty and friends who have passed section.

    I Googled it, read the obit, and came to the conclusion it was Jerry from nearly 60 years ago.

    Grew up in DeKalb, went to NIU, was drafted, after the service he went to North Dakota, got a teaching degree and eventually entered the priesthood.  He was described as good natured with a good sense of humor.

    I don't know why it made me a little sad to read about him.  We hadn't seen him since our wedding in 1969, and we were not really close friends.  In all those years I never thought of trying to contact him, despite my curiosity.

    Maybe it is the mojito working on my brain.  Maybe it's because he was 2 years older than me, according to the obit.

    Maybe it's because time seems to be flying by, that life seems so short.

    Sigh.

    We blanched and froze beans today. 

    And my desk area is still a mess.  

    Maybe tomorrow.

Peace and Love