May 1, 2022
I am going to caveat this post with the observation that this is my memory. No doubt over the years I have forgotten more about this story than I remember. Fortunately my mind is a story telling machine and has filled in the missing pieces with “facts” that fit the narrative.
My mother was a church-going woman. But not every Sunday. When we would not go to Sunday church she would tell me how as a child her father would not join the family for church. He would say he was goi g to walk in the woods to find God while the family was at church.
In honor of my grandfather Bert Bridges I am on the beach looking for God on this Sunday morning.