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A few Woolly Mammoths thundered down Nicollet Avenue to Christo’s Greek Restaurant. Warren, Frank, Bill and I broke pita together and made various comments about Nienstedt, Archbishop of Minneapolis and St. Paul, the sex scandal that dominates the news about Catholicism here, then the Jesuits.
We talked about family and suicide, the cruise Warren and Sheryl have signed up to take, Bill’s trip to his family reunion. This last included only Bill’s brothers and sisters and their progeny-120 strong. Wow.
We stood out there on the sidewalk after dinner talking for a bit and I noticed we all had white hair (or a white scalp in my case). Four old men talking. Four old men who know each other, who see each other as friends and brothers. A gift for all of us.
