New Life Episcopal Church

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Deacon’s Dismissal

Top Dead Center

The automobiles of my father‘s day needed attention … oil was ‘topped up’ … tires went ‘porous’… radiators ‘boiled over.’ He told me, “When you change a tire, tap the dipstick on the lug nut. The oil will free it up.” His most cryptic automotive expression, about cars and about life, was to be at…

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Prayer Cards

Uncle Austin was Fred’s great uncle … his father’s mother’s brother. Fred could not recollect ever meeting Uncle Austin. He lived far away. From Fred’s earliest years, at every birthday, Christmas and on myriad saints’ days, Uncle Austin mailed Fred an envelope with a prayer card and other churchy bric-a-brac. Fred kept this stuff in…

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Toy Truck

He came to an evening service in Holy Week. I’d not seen him for quite a spell. After the service, we exchanged pleasantries in the quiet of the church, that we were getting on OK and spring was late this year. Then I asked him, “What brought you here tonight?” He said, “You remember that…

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Negotiation

A faraway city where cameras and watches are sold for a song, I shopped for binoculars. An acquaintance said, “You must negotiate the price. I’ll help you!” We found a store with exactly what I wanted. The back and forth began. At last, the price agreed, I paid for my binoculars and we turned to…

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Ice Cream

Margot had a terrible illness but the cure proved worse. Long days at the hospital, painful treatments. Margot thought she could not go on. One low day in the course of Margot’s treatments, a woman asked Margot, “Would you like to go to church?” Margot said “No, thank you.” The woman said, “Well then, why…

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One a Day

In 1974, I hired on detailing cars at a used car lot. Morris, a salesman, was the only African American there. All day he stood by the glass door and watched the lot. Anyone pulled in to kick some tires, Morris went on out. Morris outsold the other salesmen and they hated him for it….

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Third Base

As a boy, I wanted to be a third baseman like Bubba Phillips and play for the Cleveland Indians. Bubba made it look easy but I struggled. For one thing, I am left-handed. A left-hander can’t make the quick throw to first. It’s awkward, ungraceful. No one ever told me that. Years later, my baseball…

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Radiator

In 1932, my mother and her sister drove a 1924 Dodge south through the New Mexico desert on their way to Mexico. Steam came from under the hood. A man at a gas station said, “Radiator’s busted. Six dollars.” They paid and pressed on. More steam. The man with the tow truck said, “Water pump’s…

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Ticker Tape

I have a photograph of my father and grandfather seated next to a ticker tape machine. They were stockbrokers. Someone has died and, as was the custom, both wore black armbands. My father smiles at the camera. He is young, not yet thirty, and he is confident. It will be alright. My grandfather, then 56,…

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Gas Station

In a rented car on the German Autobahn, I admired the BMWs and Mercedes as they passed me going well over 100 mph. I stopped for gas, figured out the pump and went in to pay. Behind the counter, magazines, for all to see, showing men and women in various states of undress. I remarked…

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