Tasteless salt? Endless savor

Most of the time when our children were growing up, we lived in a modest neighborhood.

The houses were somewhat worn and needed paint. But the streets were wide and arched over by oaks, elms, and maples, with a chestnut tree at the corner, where you could toss up sticks and bring down the burnished mahogany horse chestnuts of autumn.

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Christ Jesus, the consummate Teacher
September 30, 1991
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