Last week’s corruption bust is not the tale of a uniquely Jewish form of organized crime, a “Kosher Nostra,” but a sordid chapter in a broadly human tragedy—albeit with a lot of local color.
If animals can communicate, not only with one another but with us, haven’t they transcended their own condition? And, as we know, transcendence is key to religious experience…
What went through the mind of this haunted man with the “thousand-yard stare” in his later years as he shuffled back and forth to work just “a hand grenade’s throw” from the Vietnam War Memorial?
Wherein the author, a friend of the Rev. Brad Braxton and an Episcopal priest, recalls his own harrowing year in the pulpit and the toll it can take on self and family.
