Monday morning I jumped off the bus at my usual stop a couple blocks from my office, running a bit later than usual. Hoping to save a couple of minutes, I took a shortcut through a large temporary parking lot that occupies the space vacated when our old convention center was demolished. Suddenly I heard church bells ringing! I stopped, turning all around to determine where the sounds were coming from. The source was an old grey stone church nestled a few blocks away between tall glass buildings under construction.


A birth is always a miracle and a blessing, and with our new granddaughter we are exceptionally blessed. The first grandchild on both her father’s and mother’s side, Sydney has three doting grandfathers tripping all over each other to pour out their love.