|Crash heads to Ireland.|
The shoes I had worn to work were not precisely walking shoes, but would certainly do as long as I stuck to the paved paths. I let go of the plan to walk the hedgerows toward the frascati and just headed down the hill toward the Jesuit cemetery. I sat on the benches and prayed for the men buried there, and my own beloved dead. I watched the full moon climb higher in the sky, astonished at how clearly I could see the craters on its surface. And I contemplated my missing shoe, and what it might have to say about the other things I am missing (and not) in my life.
|The Egg begins his college orientation.|