A friend had asked both Jim and me to speak to his Tuesday night class, on religion in America. We had planned that Charlie and I would meet Jim somewhere near where the college where our friend is teaching—up in Bergen County, not far from the George Washington Bridge—and first have dinner at a diner, then take turns walking and hanging with Charlie, and talking to the class.
Ah, how the best laid plans do go to waste.
After the long weekend, it was clear that Charlie needed a return to order: He didn’t have school on Friday or Monday; by Saturday …read more